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garbinge · 11 months ago

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But Not Today

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: Part 2 from Maybe One Day // Chibs comes to visit you on the farm.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I've been thinking about these two a lot </3 Part 1

Your chest was rising and falling as you caught your breath and stared at the ceiling. It was the moment where all your wits and sanity came back over you and the thoughts of what just happened came flooding in. The smell of his Scottish cologne and cigarettes filled the empty space on the bed next to you, it was still warm to the touch. You heard the water from the faucet turn off and any thought that was sneaking in your brain was now being rushed out as Chibs reappeared in your room. His hands were tangling through his shirt as he put it back on. Your eyes darted from him to his kutte, waiting to see if he was going to put it on. That’s when your heart began to race even more. The thought of him leaving made you uneasy, he had come all the way up here to the farm to see you and explained nothing. It was partially your fault too, you made pleasantries, some quick small talk but before any explanation was given you were kissing him and dragging him into your room.

“What’s with the face, love?” Chibs spoke as he grabbed his kutte, your heart sinking with it.

“Leaving already?” Your eyes moved back to his.

A smile grew on his face as he shrugged the leather over his shoulders. “You promised me uh tour, didn’ya? If I ‘member correctly you said sum ‘bout chickens?”

The way the relief washed over you made you sad for a minute. You knew this was a feeling you’d feel again, that it’d be heavy when it happened, but you took a deep breath and tried to stay in the moment.

“Earl, Tootsie, Olive, and Jameson.” You named them off as you stood up and re-dressed.

Chibs was now grinning as he waited for you to get ready. “Jameson, huh?” He asked pulling out a cigarette to hang in his mouth, eager to get outside and smoke it.

“Abel and Thomas named them when they were young kids, but I made sure I suggested one.”

Chibs was holding out your sweatshirt for you. You approached and grabbed it from him but instead of letting go he pulled you closer. “Not tha only thing you have ‘round here as a reminder of me.” His face was dangerously close to yours as he looked down at the sweatshirt. It was the one item of his you could still wear around. There were no SAMCRO tags, just a black zip-up that barely had his scent left on it.

“I’ve got pictures too.” You said stealing the zip-up back from him and placing a kiss on the left side of his mouth where the cigarette wasn’t dangling from his lips. Moving past him you made your way to the backdoor, the barn dog you got quickly getting up from her bed and moving to the sliding door just waiting to run around to herd the few goats you had.

“Where’re the boys?” Chibs asked as he walked behind you.

“Thomas is with Nero. Tuesdays he picks him up from school and takes him to basketball practice.” You spoke as the door slid open and the door ran past your legs. “Abel is 16— I’m lucky if I know what he’s wearing for the day. I thought Gemma was being exaggerated when she’d talk about the “Teller Terrible Teens” but Abel has made her words an understatement.”

Chibs looked to you with a frown as you stepped onto the back deck and made your way down to the farmland.

“It’s not horrible. He’s not a dick to me, he helps out when I ask. He just– he questions everything, he’s asking about Jax, he’s getting into trouble at school.” You shook your head thinking about these last few weeks and how Abel had been acting out.

“The worst part is, he reminds me of him so much. The way he looks, the way he talks.” You laughed as you unlatched the barn fence and moved around it to look at Chibs and invite him in with the sway of your arm. “Yesterday, we were at the grocery store and he looked at the girl bagging our shit and said, “thanks, darlin’” I swore I was looking at Jax, I froze for a minute and just stared at him.” You laughed again.

Chibs laughed with you knowing it sounded just like the boy’s father.

“He’s probably out with his friends on his dirt bikes in the back trails.” You spoke as you walked through the goat pasture. “They probably do real stupid shit but I’d rather them do it on the property than at some random’s house or parking lot downtown. I’ve turned them into real country boys.” You turned back to see Chibs admiring everything around him. He was still listening to you but he was taking in the sight around him.

“This is the goat pasture, Billie girl, our dog, loves herding them, honestly I got ‘em because I don’t have to mow the lawn as much. We’ve got 1 horse, Delilah, real beauty, she’s back in that red barn over there. Then there’s the chickens. We had more but they aged out, now we’re down to the four. Waiting to get 12 more, can’t go to the Farmer’s market with only 2 dozen eggs, you know?” The words were falling out fast as you spoke, nervous habit, but it didn’t stop you from beaming as you showed Chibs around.

“You seem happy.” Chibs couldn’t help but smile as he took in every word you said. The both of you approached the back deck and plopped down on the rocking chairs Nero insisted you kept back here for company. It was an argument between you two when you first moved onto the farm. You looked at him like he was crazy when he mentioned company. It was hard to believe a normal life with having people over could exist when you were running from what you were running from.

You looked over at Chibs as he looked right back at you after making his last comment, the smile on your face wasn’t at his words but at the memory of Nero’s.

“I don’t know about happy.” You began to shake your head. “But, I don’t know I’m content, I’m…” Your mind wandered to find the right word.

“At peace.” Chibs nodded as he finished your sentence, not even bothering to look at your eyes to see if his words were correct, he knew they were.

You would have agreed with a nod but Chibs was looking out at the farm, his fave had fallen into an expression that was hard to read. He seemed…bittersweet. Happy but yet sad.

As he stared out at the barn he nodded his head and said something under his breath.

“The Universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.”

“What?” You leaned forward, frown filling your face as the familiar sentiment fell from his lips. It was hard to really pinpoint anything since he spoke it at a mumble.

“I, uh.” Chibs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pocket notebook. “found this. In the garage. S’why I came out here, figured you should have it.” He handed over one of Jax’s notebooks. You knew what it was immediately, it matched the style of the other one you had.

“I read it.” Chibs said those three words with multiple emotions behind it. Regret and apologies, for intruding on whatever privacy there was there, but also firmness and understanding like something in there just made sense.

“And?” You rested your elbows on your knees.

“‘nd, it’s’y I came here and didn’t mail it out.” He looked troubled now. “I wanted to make sure you were settled.”

Now that statement held more weight knowing what he had just mumbled under his breath.

“I guess I am.” You hated that the words felt like they were breaking his heart.

“You are, love.” Chibs spoke with certainty.

You looked out onto the farm, taking in the life you had. It was different than the life you had been born into, forced into. The life that took pretty much everything away from you.

“It’s impossible to be at peace in that town.” You said the words outloud. It felt relieving to say it. All this time you had never said it outloud, they were just thoughts that danced around you head.

“Don’t I know it.” Chibs agreed with you.

That made your head turn to him, a little shocked. All your conversations when you were together, or involved was probably the better word, back in Charming never were really about the big problem. Sure, you two talked about club stuff, the things members told their ol’ ladies, about your brother, about Jimmy O, about a lot, but never the real source.

“What are you saying?” You questioned him, more bold than you ever would have before.

“Things are different. Things are messy.” He wanted to share but you could tell he was hesitant, that he was trying to ease back into your dynamic and add another layer to it. But the loyalty to the club ran deep, that was a multi-decade long habit that he was trying to break for the first time.

“Doesn’t sound different.” That was the new you coming up to speak. The you that lost your brother, your brother’s best friend, your mother, your father to the club.

Chibs nodded at that. “We’re getting into it with the Mayans. Other charters, they’re falling apart, it’s bleeding into SAMCRO.”

“Yea, doesn’t sound different at all.” You crossed your arms and fell back into the rocking chair.

“Your brother–Jax–Jackie boy,” Chibs went through all the names he’d call Jackson Teller, smiling at the last one before letting his lips fall, “this wasn’t what he wanted, he worked hard to leave everything in a good place and it’s like shit unraveled.”

You could tell he was venting to you, you could tell he hadn’t been able to do this with anyone else in his life, no one from the club, no one in his love life, it could’ve made you feel special, a characteristic Chibs never failed at with you, but this wasn’t so much of a fail but just not something you could ever feel special about again.

“As someone who's seen it before, from the outside but up close and personal. This doesn’t seem different at all.”

It was the same statement you kept repeating, but this time, the way you said this, it made him look at you. His eyes were low, tired, and you could see the gloss and redness in them as he held back tears. Two strands of his long salt and pepper hair escaped from his sunglasses and fell in front of his eyes, oily and dirty you could tell he was going through it.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew he was looking at you to elaborate.

It was mean to laugh, but you felt that you had the right to after everything you’ve been through and talking about it now was bringing that bitterness up.

“You’re so deep in it, you don’t even see what’s plain in front of your eyes.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath letting the irritation leave your tone for the next sentence out of your mouth. “Your next. Everyone who's held that gavel ends up in the same place, making the same mistakes as the one previous, no matter how hard they try not to.”

Chibs took in what you said.

“Jax tried so hard to be JT, then tried so hard not to be him. Both of those things dug that grave for him. He loved the club more than anything and the club couldn’t love him back.” You were saying things that you had locked away in your mind for years, things you thought about as you buried your brother, as you packed your life up and left. “The club will never love you back.” You looked at Chibs. “Those guys might love you, but the club never will.”

“Do you?”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to change the subject, at first your head snapped to him with a smirk and a snappy remark to shoot back at him but you saw his face that was looking out at the farm.

“Never stopped.”

The words made him look at you and you smiled at him. Your head tilted and lowered to meet him at eye level since he was leaning his elbows on his knees. “Best part is, the farm,” you tilted your head a little more before leveling it out, “it loves you back.” You nodded. “Every animal, every acre of land, the boys even when they fucking hate you for embarrasing them in front of a girl,” you laughed at that one and smiled hoping the last one was going to be enough to convince him, “me.”

The tear dropped at that one. His eyes shut tight as a couple more fell.

“Move here. You can open up a garage, we have the buildings for it, Nero would even let you put something up closer to the road, you can come with me to the Farmer’s market, you can drive me to the vet at 2 in the morning when I’m worried that Billie got into something or that one of the chicken’s has a fever,” you chuckled, “you can ride dirt bikes with the boys and tell them about Jax, not SAMCRO president, but your best friend, how you fell in love with your best friend’s sister, you can wake up and feel settled, feel at peace.”

Chibs wanted to say yes. He wanted to build a fire and burn the kutte right here right now, but he knew it wasn’t that easy. In this moment it was but as the thought settled, as the days would pass, he’d think about it, he’d dwell in it, wonder if he made the right decision, miss the kutte, miss the guys.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Chibs tired to level with you.

“Doesn’t seem like the life you’re living now is either.” You would beg him, it wasn’t below you to beg. “It’s going to kill you.” You were firm in your words, it wasn’t begging but you thought it might have an impact on him. “The club is going to kill you.”

“A normal life would too.” He answered too quickly and immediately you knew it was a losing argument.

The sound of an engine and the gravel dirt being stirred up and you knew it was Thomas and Nero coming back home. Chibs looked over and saw them pulling into the driveway when he stood up.

“Was really good seeing you, love.” He put his hand on your cheek and looked down at you. “Really good.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled.

You nodded in agreement and thanked him for the journal. His hand was still on your cheek when you shut your eyes tight. “Don’t come back here unless the ink is blacked out and the kutte is off.”

The words broke you to say, but it was more than just you that you had to look out for. You had two boys to think of and the man who was generous enough to give you half of his acreage to live on.

“Ay.” He agreed with no disdain in his voice, if anything it was littered with understanding and what you hoped was well, hope.

Your eyelids remained shut as his hand dropped and he walked off the back porch. You heard the car doors close but no words exchanged. If you weren’t dealing with everything that just happened in your head right now you’d be imagining the way Nero was probably lifting his sunglasses while Chibs was lowering his, the nods both would give to eachother, the curious questioning look on Thomas’ face as he tried to place the visitor.

“You alright?” Nero’s voice was filling your ears and you wished it offered up the level of comfort it normally did.

The tears were wiped from your face immediately and you stood and smiled. “Yea, I’m good.”

Nero knew you weren’t but he also knew you weren’t going to share with Thomas two steps from joining you on the porch.

“Who was that?” Thomas was asking as he looked down at the snack he was fidgeting with to open.

Your gaze looked at Nero and said so much while not speaking at all. Before you either had a chance to answer, another voice was coming from the other direction as the back door swung open. “Was that guy on the bike here at the farm?” Abel’s voice was like a knife to your heart.

“Yea, it was someone looking to sell me something.” You lied straight through your teeth to both boys.

“Oh.” Thomas said as he passed by both you and Nero without second guessing your statement and walked right past his older brother into the house.

Abel looked like he might need more convincing but you could tell he decided to drop it. “I’m goin’ out later but I picked up the feed order and left it in the ATV wagon.”

“12AM curfew.” You pointed at him and he waved you off but you knew he’d be back before 1.

“What was he sellin’?” Nero asked you, the only one besides you who knew exactly who it was that was here.

You looked at Nero and shook your head at him.

“A dream.”

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Two bikes (1) - Angsttober 8

Summary: You’re back in your hometown and meet two men from your past.

Pairing: former Jax Teller x fem!Reader (pre-story), Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, language, kinda cheating, implied/mentions of past cheating

Trope: Angst

A/N: I wanted Jax and Biker!Bucky in one fic. So suffer with me...

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

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Back in town. Back to square one. Restart. Doing it all over.

You huff when you get out of your car. It doesn’t fit right in, just like you. It’s too expensive and conspicuous, for a small town like Charming. And you’re not the girl leaving this town with only a few bucks in your pocket but so many dreams.

It can’t be helped. You decided to come back here to find the inspiration for your next book. Change is what you want.

New place. New book. New you.

“Y/N?”

Crap. You didn’t think anyone would recognize you so soon. But here you are, finding yourself in the embrace of the man you ran away from so many years ago. “Hi, Jax.”

Fuck, he smells the same, and it still feels good being in his arms.

“I can’t believe it’s really you. I heard rumors about a VIP coming to our town.” He releases you and takes a step back to drink you in. “Look at you. All fancy and grown. You look…” Jax can’t find the words. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t expect a reception committee,” you chuckle. Jax smiles as you take your time to drink him in. He wears torn jeans, a white tee, and a leather jacket. You can see that he’s second-in-command now, and sigh. When you left town, you had hoped Jax would turn his back on the club and do something more…legal. “I see you’re still with them.”

“It’s my family,” he hastily replies, but his tone lacks enthusiasm. “We are having a get-together tonight. A barbecue with family and friends. Why don’t you come too?”

“Jax,” you exhale sharply. “I haven’t seen most of them in years. I don’t think they want the girl they met once or twice years ago at their party.”

“Sweetheart, you’re still part of the family,” he shrugs. “Come on. Gemma will freak out seeing you all grown and Opi will love seeing you.”

“That big dummy is still around? I thought he’d leave you,” you snicker. “You were glued together at your hips if I recall right.”

“Well, he’s my best friend,” Jax grabs your hand. “Please come and have a little fun. For the old times.”

“I-“ you lick your lips. You knew that you’d eventually run into Jax and the others. If you want to start anew – why not see your old friends and Jax again? “Okay.”

“You can come around at any time, Y/N,” he grins. “If you want to, I’ll pick you up.”

“Nah,” you shake your head. This will go too far. You’re not ready to be back on a bike with Jax. “I’ll drive. I don’t trust you with speed and such.”

The reunion went surprisingly smoothly. Gemma hugged you, and wouldn’t stop asking questions. Opi offered a beer and a bear hug and the others greeted you like an old friend.

It almost felt like you never left. Almost.

You’re watching the others talk and having fun while Jax tries to talk you into going for a ride in the morning.

He has you caged against the wall, one hand next to your head, and his lips dangerously close to yours. Jax whispers your name and says all the right things.

Damn him. He easily had you wrapped around his finger in no time. Forgotten are the heartbreak and all the tears you shed for him.

“Y/N, tell you feel the same. Say that you feel there’s still this spark between us,” he leans impossibly closer to brush his lips over yours. “Sweetheart.”

“Jax.” You breathe out. “I-“ You open your mouth when he claims your lips. And you wrap your arms around him to hold him close.

“I knew it,” he nips at your lips, eagerly tasting you. “The moment I saw you standing next to your car, looking a little lost, I knew you’d come back to me.”

“Jax, it’s not that easy,” you grip his jacket tightly, not wanting him to pull away. “Maybe we can…”

“Jax, have a look at this. We need your help,” Tig ruins the intimate moment. He drags Jax away, unaware that you are about to do something stupid.

“Later,” you mouth as Jax glances at you. He nods, giving you a cracked smile before following Tig.

You’re pacing back and forth. Jax went to his room some time ago and you try to decide if you want to let your heart win tonight.

"Maybe this is the chance you've been waiting."

You take a deep breath and decide to go to his room and take the chance on him. Maybe this time, it won’t end in heartbreak.

You want to knock and feel like a fool. This used to be so easy when you were just horny and silly teens. Now you are a woman, and he’s a man. The man you still desire.

Without thinking twice, you open the door, pushing it open. You smile and want to tell Jax that you are ready to go on a ride with him tomorrow.

“What the fuck!” Your heart drops, and you feel like someone sent you back in time only for you to walk in on Jax and some other girl.

“Sweetheart…Y/N…” Jax gasps as you catch him red-handed with one of the girls from the strip club Tig wouldn’t stop talking about.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to stop you from ruining whatever that was not ten minutes ago,” you laugh at your stupidness.

You turn to leave and slam the door shut behind you. It’s not the first time in your life that someone made a fool out of you. But tonight, you did this to yourself.

“Babe, please wait,” Jax stumbles out of the room. He’s only in his boxers and tries to explain why he went from kissing you to fucking that girl. “I can explain…”

“You want to explain this?” you angrily point at the door. “Save it, Jax. You didn’t change one bit. One moment you sweet-talk to me and kiss me and the next you fuck her." You choke on your tears. “You made me feel like we got a second chance.”

Shaking your head, you try to hold back more tears. “It’s my fault. It was foolish of me to believe that for once I wasn't second best to you. How could I? If I’m so unimportant to you that you fuck her minutes after you kissed me.”

“Babe, we aren’t together, and,” he runs his fingers through his messed-up hair, “you got me so hard. I didn’t want to fuck things up and pounce on you. I just needed to release steam.”

“See, that’s the problem, Jackson Teller,” you silently sniffle. “You don’t even feel guilty for hurting me all over again. Ten minutes, Jax. You had to wait for ten minutes to get your dick wet. I’m glad it took me those ten minutes because you’ll never be faithful.”

“Please, let’s talk. We can go inside and…” He can only watch you step away from him. “Sweetheart.”

“I don’t need this and,” you push against his chest to slam him into the door, “I don’t have to listen to your lies. You’re right. We’re not together. We are nothing to each other. Only a faded memory. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Wait…I…”

“You better go back inside and finish what you started with her. At least give the poor girl an orgasm after all the trouble…”

You storm off, and shoulder past bikers. Gemma wants to stop you, but you’re too angry and hurt to even listen to her. Instead, you run toward your car and speed off.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you slam your hands on the steering wheel. It feels like the world decided to fuck you over once again. “No. You can’t just die out here in the middle of nowhere.”

It’s all too much. Being back in your hometown. Meeting your high school sweetheart only for him to break your heart again.

You sit in silence for a moment and think about all the decisions leading you back to him. Bad choices, you guess.

You hide your face in the palm of your hands. How could your fresh start end like this?

You jump when someone knocks at your window. Great. Now you drew attention toward you and your car.

“Hey, why are you lurking around in front of our club?” The man asks. “Are you with the cops? We do nothing illegal here.”

Your heart races when the man knocks at your window again. If fate wants to fuck you over some more, so be it. You roll down the window to look at the man.

“Sorry. Uh-my car just…” you sniffle. “The engine died, and I can’t get it back to life. I wasn’t lurking, just thinking about what to do now.”

He looks inside your car, but his features soften when he looks at your teary eyes.

“Hi. I didn’t want to scare you, doll. Do you want me to have a look at the engine? I know a thing or two about cars.”

“James? James Barnes,” You blink a few times to check if you saw right. “Is that you?”

“You know me?” He asks, looking a little confused.

“It’s me, Y/N Y/L/N. We went to the same high school. You probably don’t remember me. I was a little shy, and you were two years ahead of me at school.”

“Wait…” He wrinkles his forehead. “You were the cute girl Jax Teller was dating. I always wondered how he got so lucky.”

You clear your throat, not wanting to talk about Jax, and what he did to you. Back then and today. “He didn’t feel lucky, I guess.”

“What did he do, doll?”

“I don’t feel like talking tonight. Let’s say he liked to stray. Back then, and recently,” you give him a cracked smile. “He’s the reason I drove out of town only to end up here.”

“A shame. He should’ve valued you more, doll,” he flashes you a stunning smile. “If you open the hood for me, I’ll have a look at the engine.”

“That’s very kind of you, James.”

“Call me Bucky doll,” he grins when you open the hood. “A pretty lady like you can always call me Bucky…”

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calif0rnia-lovers · 2 years ago

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kiss it better 02.

read part 01 first

pairing: jax teller x black!reader | words: 2.1k

warning: none for this chapter..just mention of Opie's death...rip Ope.

sum: years have passed. you find yourself back in charming. but the man you've left behind now carries a thirst for vengeance you're not certain you can save him from.

A shot of whiskey. The pounding resonated beneath Jax's bruised skin. His left eye sporting a freshly pounded bruise. His knuckles split open. Lip busted.

Deja vu.

Nearly three years have passed, but the scenery is the same. The clubhouse has not changed. The loud music, exchange of alcohol, laughter over games of pool and cards, crow eaters looking for a body to take home.

The only difference is that Jax Teller is seated on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey. It's pressed against his swelling eye, a feeble attempt to cool off his heated skin. Lisa sits alongside him, her fingers toying with his hair. Any other night, she would have him undressed by now. But tonight, she can hardly get Jax to speak, let alone look at her.

It's been two days since Jax's return from County. Two days since Opie's wake. Although a party in their fallen friend's honor is in full swing, Jax is seated. He knows people are watching, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see if he's going to cry, scream…do something other than act as though business was on as usual.

He'd somehow survived a meeting with Galen and the IRA and met with the mayor in a single day. The meeting with Galen was more eventful than the easy ploy to convince the mayor to assist in Jax's latest plan. Galen couldn't entertain, let alone trust, the young president. He found Jax short-tempered, cocky, and undeserving of the patch on his chest. The swollen knuckles on Jax's left hand are evidence of his short temper.

"Wanna go home?" The warmth of Lisa's lips caresses Jax's ear, her palm drifting down his chest. Shifting closer to him, she nuzzles her nose against the warmth of his pulse. She's surprised to find it beating calm and steady beneath his heated skin. "Take your mind off everything?"

"I'm good tonight," Jax mumbles, shifting forward and out of her touch.

Despite the cold dismissal, Lisa remained seated alongside him. Jax's jaw flexes as her palms drag along the shoulders of his kutte. The weight of her chest presses against him as her lips press a soft, lingering kiss against his cheek.

"You haven't seen me since you got back," she hummed. "You need a proper welcome home."

Jax is incapable of responding. The little energy he has left is directed towards holding off retrieving his gun and heading across town. Biding time, suppressing the urge to act had proven more exhausting than he'd initially thought.

The heel of his palm pressed against his eye. The action seems to double the pain, but he doesn't stop. Apart from the pain, the voice in his head is jumbled. Amplified. Getting louder with each passing second.

Sergeant Mackey…home invasions…Charming Heights…Abel…Opie… Gemma's shit…fucking Clay…Opie…Pope…Opie.

Each issue at hand seemed to demand immediate attention. And time. Time Jax couldn't possibly have. He hadn't slept since he left County and has barely been able to scratch the surface of the shit he was set to handle.

His grip tightens around the bottle in his hand as a vibration sets loose against his chest.

"Shit…"

It's the fifth call in the last half hour. Jax lets it ring. Straight to voicemail.

Unscrewing the cap, Jax downs a hearty swallow of whiskey. He can't help but wince as the liquid burns his throat. He's in the process of going for a second swig when he spots you. The bottle stops short of his lips, his eyes blinking.

His first thought was an illusion. A trick brought on by the mixture of lack of sleep and whiskey. The last time he saw you, there were tears in your eyes.

As he blinks, Jax finds his vision has begun to blur. But, despite the blurred vision, you're still there. Caught in Bobby's tight embrace, unaware that Jax has noticed your arrival.

"How is he?" Your question comes out muffled against Bobby's shoulder.

"Don't think it's hit him yet," Bobby admits as he lets you go. He runs a hand over his tired eyes. "You know the kid. Keeps shit inside. Been trying to handle club shit from the moment he got out."

Jax was arrested…Pope…a debt to be paid…Opie…laid to rest.

The phone call was a blur. Hell, the last 48 hours were a blur.

Gemma had called in a panic. Her initial call was rejected and sent to voicemail. You aren't sure how she got your number. It had changed the moment you landed in New York years prior. The plan with her and Charming was simple—out of sight, out of mind. But the thing about Gemma is…she can't be ignored. It took three more calls before you answered.

"Jax's been arrested—"

"Since when is that new?"

Instead of meeting your comment with her typical sass, Gemma shared the news.

Jax, Tig, and Chibs arrested for murder. Opie was dragged into the transport van. Damon Pope's unwavering demand, and Jax's inability to find another solution to end the war festering between the Sons and the kingpin. Opie's sacrifice to prevent his best friend from being the member of the MC to die on the floor of Stockton prison. Jax hadn't shared the details with his mother. In fact, he hadn't spoken a single word about the events of the short time spent in the walls of the prison. But the look that passed over Chibs' face as the Scot had arrived back at the clubhouse, Opie's death was bloody.

You have no recollection of hastily packing a carry-on. No memory of buying a plane ticket or even flying from JFK.

You just remember the sickening feeling, the pit in your stomach. The fear that not being able to get to Charming fast enough would lead to Jax doing something he couldn't take back.

It's a feeling that dissipates the second your eyes meet his. By the time you spot him, Jax is halfway to you.

"Hey—"

The initial weight of his body threatens to knock you off balance. Jax's arms wrap around you, the firmness of his grip pinning you against his chest. His arms tighten around you, his face burrowing against the warmth of your skin. The tears he's spent the past few days suppressing are unlocked. They silently fall, his shoulders trembling enough to advert the eyes of his fellow Sons.

As your fingers gently pass through his hair, Jax's body relaxes. Each touch encourages his breathing to slow. It's an unfamiliar feeling, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift for the first time in years.

You swallow, a feeble attempt to push the lump rising in your throat back down.

You can't cry. Not in front of him.

It was the one rule you'd repeated to yourself the entire plane ride. Tears for Opie had to be spilled out of Jax's sight. No matter how much you loved Opie, you knew it paled in comparison to the love he received from Jax.

You allow your grip to loosen around him, but Jax remains. Your eyes grip shut as the pads of your fingers pass over the familiar stitching on his back.

The smiling reaper silently challenged you to voice the request on your mind. Possibly because he knew you to be the only one brave enough to ask the President to follow suit with the impossible task. Or, maybe because he knew without Opie, Jax's moral compass has cast too far from true north. And although Jax could never deny you in the past, the man shaped by your time apart was different than who you left behind that night.

You find yourself cowering beneath the Reaper's silent challenge. After years apart, you can't have your first words to Jax unleash his festering anger.

Your words come out barely above a whisper. "You're going to be okay, Jax."

You're not sure where the confidence in your voice comes from. You've known him long enough to know Jax is resilient. He has carried more than any ordinary man. But you both know he might not be able to carry this—not alone.

Maybe that’s why, despite her hatred for you, Gemma called you when she saw the unfamiliar icy, cold look in her son's eyes. She knew that if she selfishly tried to tackle the issue alone her son would be too far gone.

Be okay.

If he disagrees with your belief in him, Jax doesn't protest. He remains silent.

"What happened to your face?"

It's a question he's heard from you a hundred times, yet Jax has never found a perfect answer. His eyes drop. Asked a few years prior, he would have a rehearsed response prepared. One that watered down the details. Tonight, it stops just shy of his lips. Lying to you is always the hardest. Paired with his exhaustion, he doesn’t have the energy.

He watches your brow furrow as you take in his recently earned black eye. A deep breath fills his lungs, the look of concern in your eyes forcing Jax to release it.

"Pointless shit," he sighs, wincing as your thumb brushes over his swollen knuckles.

"You need to ice this."

"It's fine," he dismisses your concern, slipping his hand out of yours. Jax's grip tightens around your waist, a silent plea to remain close as you step towards the bar.

Your touch instinctively lifts his chin. The warmth of your palms against his cheeks pulls his eyes shut. Finally, he allows you to assess the damage of his most recent fight.

Another useless fight fueled by his misplaced anger.

The first kiss is featherlight, settling on the bruise beneath Jax's eye. Each that follows seems to possess magical healing powers. Passing over his wounds, both seen and unseen. The pain throbbing beneath his skin seeping away with each touch of your lips.

Your lips stop shy of his, the action forcing Jax's eyes open.

The bright blue you'd come to love was dimmed. His youthful playfulness was replaced by tiredness. As his forehead rests against yours, your palms slide down Jax's chest.

The patch you had helped sew on a few years prior was now faded. Almost as worn of the leather it was stitched too. As your fingers trace the stitched letters, you can't help but doubt your previous statement.

President.

It comes with an unbearable burden and the task of making tough decisions. Decisions often result in scars not visible to the human eye. And just as many visible ones.

Seeing Jax’s skin bruised and scared is second nature. But your mind can’t stop from wondering how bad it got in your absence.

Your teeth dig into the flesh of your lip, your fingers tracing the letters on his chest. Slowly building the confidence to present your request. One you knew that Jax would have to deny. Not only because he was President, and his men would look to him to lead, but because his best friend was just ripped from him.

"Promise me you won't do anything stupid." You don't need to open your eyes to know Jax's eyes have rolled. The sharp intake of breath is enough of an indication. "I'm serious, Jax. Retaliation is out of the question—"

"Y/N—"

"Jackson, I'm serious." Meeting his gaze, you keep your voice low. An argument is the last thing either of you have energy for. "Not tonight, when you can't think straight. Promise me you won't do anything."

Jax remains silent. His shoulders fall with the breath he releases. His hand passes over his face drawing your attention to bags set deep beneath his tired eyes.

"Not tonight," Jax echoes. The kiss he leaves against your forehead is the seal of his promise.

The vibration of his phone pulls Jax back to reality.

The sixth call of the night, whoever was on the other end was relentless.

He reaches into his kutte, his brow furrowing as he reads the caller id.

"I gotta take this," he sighs, his palm dragging down his face.

He catches sight of the look in your eyes. A weak smile finds his lips.

"Relax, y/n." Jax chuckles, the sound almost enough to convince you he's back to normal. "It's just Nero."

"Nero?"

"He's a friend," Jax replies, phone already against his ear.

Despite the reassurance, your eyes remain on Jax as he moves to step away. His fingers find yours for a brief moment, his mind already drifting toward the next task.

"Where you staying tonight?"

You blink. The thought hadn't crossed your mind. "Uh--Figured I'd just get a room—"

Jax's brow furrows. Ignoring the rattling of Nero's voice in his ear, Jax covers the receiver of the phone.

"It's getting late. You can stay with me tonight."

Jax doesn't wait for a debate on the matter. A gentle squeeze of your hand, and he's gone.

Your eyes follow the Reaper on his back, your teeth digging in your lip as he disappears through the chapel doors.

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Death and the Lady: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve: Lamb

The door to the deputy sheriff’s office in Charming’s local P.D., was yanked open so hard that it could almost be considered a miracle it did not fracture the drywall against the doorknob as it slammed against the wall.

Deputy David Hale stared down at Agent June Stahl, his eyes dark and narrow the words flying from his lips. “You had my guys pull records on Tara Knowles and Y/N Y/L/N?”

Stahl gazed up at the infuriated deputy, her voice calm and cool showing no regard for his anger, she not even caring enough to address the question. “Did you enjoy your lunch break?”

Hale glared down at the ATF agent spotting the files spread out across the desk, his stomach turning at the clear sight of old mugshots featuring both Tara and Y/N along with police reports.

He didn’t understand what angle Stahl was working here. If she was interested in ol ladies then surely Gemma Teller Morrow would be a better choice.

Tara and Y/N weren’t exactly on the same level as the Queen of SAMCRO. What could they possibly provide Stahl to build a RICO case against SAMCRO?

Both Tara and Y/N having questionable taste in romantic partners didn’t exactly mean they were involved in gun running.

Deputy Hale slammed the door shut behind him not wanting any nearby ears to pick up on the conversation he was about to have with Stahl. He knew he’d already attracted a few gazes from both ATF agents and his fellow department coworkers by bursting in here clearly pissed off.

He spoke his voice harsh, as he glared down at her, the agent looking all too comfortable sitting at his desk. “They have nothing to do with this investigation.”

“Oh, David. How willfully naive. They have so much to do with this investigation. You aren’t seeing the possibility behind these two.” Stahl remarked an amused smirk crossing her lips at how worked up the good deputy seemed to be over the mention of these two women.

It seemed that she had struck a nerve in him, and she was unable to avoid the temptation to strike again.

Hale let out a scoff at the comment addressing his first concern. “Tara Knowles left Charming and SAMCRO behind. She might have had a wild past, but she’s cleaned up her act. She went out to Chicago and got a medical degree. She’s not opening beers for outlaws anymore.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not entirely true. All these photos Agent Kohn provided seem to indicate that Dr. Knowles is starting to get a little close and personal with one very patched in Jackson Teller. Those two have a history judging by these police reports. Arrests in the nineties for public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and possession of stolen property, all in the company of one Jackson Teller.”

“They dated back when we were teenagers. We all did stupid things as teens. She left town at nineteen and left Teller and the MC behind. She’s been gone for over a decade now. She only came back because her dad died and she got a job opportunity out here.” Hale snapped Agent Stahl rolling her eyes at the comment.

“She was out in Chicago, David. She was top of the class from the looks of it. Brilliant young woman with the accolades to back it up, just how many job opportunities must those brains and accomplishments have brought in for her? With her background she could take a job anywhere in the country at any hospital of her choice. Why’d she pick Charming? I can’t imagine it's just homesickness that led her back here. She could have stayed out in Chicago and made a hell of a lot more money than Saint Thomas is probably offering her. Why pick Saint Thomas and Charming? I think we both are well aware of Agent Kohn’s real reason for coming out to Charming. Agent Kohn is one sick puppy and I can’t imagine Tara was too keen on sticking around up in Chicago with him hanging around. Tara’s ex boyfriend becomes her stalker and she comes back to a town where her first love has a dangerous reputation. You don’t think that’s a little convenient? '' Stahl pointed out Hale gritting his jaw unwilling to admit that the answer to just why she’d come back home lay in Jax Teller.

He spoke, still refusing to admit that Tara could possibly have any possible information to build a RICO case. “I’m sure Jackson Teller’s boy being premature has made Tara and he take some walks down memory lane, but Tara is no ol lady. She’s not getting any pillow talk about gun running from anyone in SAMCRO. Agent Kohn has been taken care of. He’s heading back to Chicago to answer to his superiors. Tara Knowles isn’t looking to seek protection from Teller.”

Stahl raised a brow at the comments, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. “That may be the case, but you do have to be a little curious about the similarities between Dr. Knowles and Miss. Y/L/N. Both young women with troubled criminally prone backgrounds who left town only to come back after losing their fathers. Both women have been seen in the company of at least one patched in member of SAMCRO. In fact, both women share some similarities in their rap sheets. Looks like they have both been arrested in the company of one Jackson Teller. I do have to wonder if Dr. Knowles knows that Jax found a new Bonnie to his Clyde in her absence.”

Hale let out a huff at this, his voice holding an edge of irritation as he glared down at Stahl. “Y/N had some difficult years in her late teens and early twenties. Jackson and she shared a bond given her brother’s accident.”

“Yes, Daniel Y/L/N. It’s a shame what happened to him. Miss. Y/L/N dutifully pays those institutionalization bills to keep him cared for. Looks like he wasn’t on the best path though. He ran around with Harry Opie Winston and Jackson Teller from what I’m gathering from Daniel’s police record. Looks like his first few arrests weren’t anything too grand, arrests in his late teens for possession of marijuana…not enough to get him more than a fine…some drunk and disorderlies around the same time. He was arrested with both Winston and Teller for a drunken brawl out at the Hairy Dog back when he was twenty one. The arresting officer commented that Mr. Y/L/N seemed elated by the violence. Judging by the black eye and the grin on his face in this mugshot, he was in his element. Strange how he never prospected for the MC. Looks like he was as thick as thieves with Teller and Winston before the accident.”

“His father kept him on a tight leash. After that arrest at twenty one he gave him an ultimatum, some tough love to get him on the right path. From my understanding he told him to get his shit together and enroll in community college or lose access to Y/N. His father didn’t want him leading her down that path. Daniel loved his little sister dearly. She worshiped Daniel and their father knew she’d follow him anywhere. His accident was heartbreaking for her. He may as well have died with as hard as she took it. He was more than a brother to her. I'm sure she viewed Daniel as being her best friend.” Hale explained shifting in place his stomach turning at the mention of a young man he’d once considered a friend before Daniel started going down a bad path with Opie and Jax.

“Looks like the ultimatum was in vain. Daniel Y/L/N has his motorcycle accident and that same year Y/N gets arrested in the company of Jackson Teller. She got busted for public intoxication. Scandalous considering she was all of eighteen and Mr. Teller was about twenty three, a little too old to be sniffing around her, but we both know the MC isn't filled morally upstanding guys. Her being barely out of being considered jailbait must have been thrilling for the boys at SAMCRO.” Stahl provided proudly displaying the mugshot.

Hale gazed down at the mugshot of an eighteen year old Y/N, her face still holding baby fat, her hair a faded pink that had gone a peachy tone, a dazed look in her eyes; she was clearly under the influence. He could spot chipped black nail polish on her fingers and a silver stud in her left nostril. The tank top she wore was far too low cut revealing the red lace of a bra. The slight smirk on her red painted lips showed that she felt little shame for her very first arrest.

Stahl spoke again providing more information about Y/N’s arrest record. “She continued to become a frequent flier in your jail cells. Looks like she got picked up a few more times at eighteen and nineteen, drunk and disorderly, driving under the influence, driving under the influence on a suspended license, possession of the tiniest amount of pot which wasn't enough to be an issue if she wasn’t clearly drunk, an arrest for shoplifting a pack of cigarettes and a candy bar where the arresting officer noted she seemed intoxicated. You picked her up more than once for some of these arrests…that must have been awkward for you both. Looks like she got a few slaps on the wrist, some fines, and some court ordered community service along with a few alcohol education courses. Didn’t seem to faze her though as the arrests continued…gotta love a small town police department. Most of this crap would have landed her doing some real time anywhere but Charming.”

“Sheriff Unser respected her father…everyone respected her father for the good he did for the community; caring for the deceased. He was a beloved figure around Charming. People saw him as personable and caring for the bereaved and diligent about caring for the dead. He had a reputation for being charitable to those who couldn’t always afford to bury their dead…made him even more adored around town. People felt sorry for him after Daniel’s accident…people around town felt awful for the man losing his son and having a daughter who wasn’t coping well. Lloyd Y/L/N advocated for his daughter to stay out of the system…Unser felt bad given what happened with Daniel, didn’t want Lloyd to lose another kid…The judge who ordered the community service and alcohol awareness courses felt the same way given Unser’s appeals to give Y/N opportunities to get her life on the right track. I don’t know how he kept her out of any real jail time or any harsher punishments…Unser’s a slick son of a bitch. I’m sure some money passed between Lloyd Y/L/N’s palm and the judge’s at least once. Lloyd Y/L/N was morally upstanding, but when it came to his little girl…he was willing and desperate enough to break his morals…especially given the situation with his son. He couldn't bear to lose Y/N too.” Hale provided, gritting his jaw at the thought of Unser.

Stahl shook her head. “Guess it’s good to be friends with Unser. Looks like Unser’s appeals kept her out of too much trouble, but she didn’t get her life on the right track. There’s a few more arrests here at nineteen. This one is interesting; an arrest in the company of one Alexander Tig Trager and one Robert Bobby Elvis Munson at a truck stop right on the edge of Charming city limits. Looks like she was about to turn nineteen and all three were clearly very under the influence. Trager was driving erratically and the officer noted that Y/N was so intoxicated that she fell out of the passengers door when the officer opened it. Local PD couldn’t prove that either man had provided the alcohol for Miss. Y/L/N, so Trager and Munson didn’t get more than a slap on the wrist for being in the company of an intoxicated minor. You do have to admit it's troubling a girl her age was hanging out with two men that age. Rumors around town are that Miss. Y/L/N was a regular at SAMCRO’s clubhouse. Looks like she was a…croweater? Isn’t that the term the Sons use for the club whores?”

The comment made Hale see red, the man speaking his voice harsh. “She kept bad company back then, but she was not playing the croweater game. She was not spreading her legs for every single guy in a kutte.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, quickly addressing it. “Sounds like I struck a nerve there, David. You’re getting a little defensive about Miss. Y/L/N’s promiscuous past? One might think you’re sweet on her.”

She smirked all the more as she spotted the way Hale tensed all the more at the comment. She spotted a flash of indignation in the man’s eyes at the implication that Y/N was a club tart. “You arrested her a few times back then, David? That must have been frustrating for you in more ways than one. I bet you wanted to place her in handcuffs in much different circumstances.”

Hale scoffed at this comment shaking his head, his voice tense he refusing to address the innuendo about handcuffs and Y/N the thought making him a little hot under the collar. “I was close with her brother when we were kids. Having to arrest Y/N was not something I found enjoyable.”

Stahl sighed, backing off the teasing as she pulled out another mugshot. “Looks like she was around nineteen and twenty when things got a little disturbing for Miss Y/L/N. Her partner in crime shifted from Jackson and a few members of SAMCRO and to one Nathaniel Gunner Papadopoulos. Nathaniel or Gunner as he goes by is a Son. Looks like he was a nomad at the time, but nowadays he’s fully patched into the Tacoma charter of the Sons. The first arrests with him follow the same path; public intoxication and drunk and disorderly…then things get dark. There were a few calls out to bars around town where the two had some verbal altercations, there were no arrests for these as they vacated the premises and that satisfied the bar owners. Then there was an arrest outside a gas station for being disorderly in public…Y/N is about nineteen here and Gunner is about twenty six…looks like they got into a verbal altercation once again and Mr. Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N…he was arrested. She was taken in after she tried to argue with the arresting officer and interfere with the arrest of Mr. Papadopoulos. It seems she was frustrated that he was being arrested as she did not want to press charges for the physical assault on her. That was the first arrest for an altercation between the pair where things got physical. Looks like one of the final arrests we have of the pair involved an altercation the two had outside of a diner when Miss. Y/L/N was twenty. You were one of the responding officers from what I see”.

Hale shifted in place, his jaw clenching so tight he looked as though he might crack a tooth. He cringed as Stahl continued. “Chances are you must remember the arrest, but I can refresh your memory. From the police record it looks as though Mr. Popadopoulos and Miss. Y/L/N were under the influence and having a lovers spat in the parking lot of the diner, over the waitress getting a little too friendly with Mr. Papadopoulos, when Papadopoulos struck Miss. Y/L/N. She reacted by hitting him back and it devolved into a full on physical altercation. Looks like she got him pretty good judging by the scratch marks across his face and the bruises he’s sporting. He seems to have gotten her better though given the split lip. The arresting officer who you were with noted past bruises on Miss. Y/L/N and indicated suspicion of domestic violence, but Miss. Y/L/N seemed to brush questions about it off as evidence of rough sexual encounters between Mr. Papadopoulos and her. You noted in your notes on the arrest that you tried to urge Miss. Y/L/N to press charges against Mr. Papadopoulos as her reaction could be written off as self defense..but she was not interested. The two spent the night in jail and one of the Sons, looks like one of Gunner's fellow nomads that was visiting the mother charter, bailed Gunner out the next morning…Gunner then bailed Miss. Y/L/N out…how romantic. The mugshots are not pretty”

Hale let out a heavy breath, his body filled with tension as he gazed down at the mugshot in question. Y/N looked far less proud of herself in this photo. Her right eye was swollen, the hint of a black eye starting to develop. Her lip was split courtesy of one of Gunner’s silver chunky biker rings. She was dressed in another tight tank top and it did little to hide the bruises across her skin, some markings old and some quite recent. Her eyes held an almost empty sense to them as though she was running on autopilot most of the time but disconnected from her surroundings. Her body seemed too thin and it felt as though it was from more than aging. He suspected drug use though he could not place the drug in question without testing her. Her hair had faded back to its natural tone and the nose piercing was gone. She was scowling at the camera clearly filled with rage.

Hale spoke the words leaving him before he could stop them “I tried to get her to press charges against the bastard. I tried to convince her that he was taking her down a bad path. He had her under some kind of spell or something I don’t know…She left town a few months after that last arrest. Rumors around town said that she was seen using a phone booth near main street looking worse for wear. Her father picked her up and got her out of town.”

Hale took a deep breath, his words harsh he tearing his eyes from the mugshot. “Y/N’s past has no bearing on anything. She has straightened herself out. She’s taken over her father’s business and has stayed on the straightened arrow. She’s grown up.”

“Maybe so…those empty graves that were found back in the cemetery months ago do seem fishy though…given the bodies that disappeared from the Sons warehouse right around the time those bodies from the empty graves were found out in Lodi. Those empty graves were filled by Miss. Y/L/N’s funeral home. Lodi cops seem to have lost steam for the case…and they were satisfied with Miss. Y/L/N’s statements about the incident. Does seem interesting that she comes back to town and just so happens to get involved with a member of SAMCRO right around the time that this whole grave robbing and disappearing bodies situation happens. How convenient for SAMCRO.”

Hale cleared his throat knowing he had his own suspicions about Y/N’s involvement, but he could admit he was choosing to live in denial over the reality of the situation.

He would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t think of Y/N and didn’t feel some sense of fondness for her.

In some way he still remembered her as the talkative little girl who followed her brother and he around when they were kids.

He thought of her as the lonely child who according to his younger sister never could fit in with their peers.

He'd always felt a sense of care for Y/N none the less. He could remember her being vibrant and brave. She was at times a little too fierce and so unapologetic that it bordered on being rude. He could remember finding the quality somewhat admirable though; her willingness to be so brazen.

As she’d grown she’d seemed determined to follow her brother’s path in the company she kept. Hale had been displeased by her rebellion. He had hoped that her brother's accident would scare her straight but it seemed to push her into a life of chaos. She'd clung to the men who her brother had once run amuck with.

Jackson Teller had seemed willing to take Y/N under his wing and lead her to destruction.

Hale would be lying if he tried to claim he didn’t feel slightly disturbed as he stood aside and watched Y/N grow into an attractive young woman who seemed to be all too comfortable around the local outlaw MC. He’d maybe gone out of his way back then to try to coax her into understanding that she was down a bad path. He'd been a rookie cop back then and had been all too aware of Y/N's bad behavior. He'd tried to reason with her using his past friendship with her brother to coax her into getting on the right path. When Gunner had gotten involved with her that coaxing had increased but Y/N had practically spit in Hale’s face at his attempts to rescue her from her situation.

He’d been grateful when she'd left town. He'd hoped that she was getting her head on straight. When she came back to town Hale had hopes that she’d grown up in her time away. He’d been relieved when it seemed she’d turned over a new leaf.

Hale could admit that he'd been hopeful that she was done with bad boys in kuttes.

He could also admit that he'd felt a sense of attraction for the young woman who had returned to run her father's funeral home. She seemed a far cry from the angry young woman who used to run around with the MC.

He had been stunned to realize that he no longer viewed her as his old childhood friend's rebellious baby sister. She had grown into an elegant young woman who was dedicated to a respectful career.

He had hopes that perhaps her taste in men had matured as well along with the more sophisticated appearance she'd adopted.

He’d maybe even tried to ask her to dinner or coffee once or twice but she’d rejected the offers. He’d told himself not to take offense to her rejection. He'd decided that perhaps Y/N was going through a difficult time, losing her father and being back in a town she probably was not thrilled to be in.

He had told himself to bide his time and be patient. He had hopes that perhaps she would settle into town and then maybe be more inclined to give him at least one date.

He had hopes that perhaps he could shoot his shot with her again, but had his hopes dashed when she clearly became involved with SAMCRO once again.

When he’d realized she’d chosen Filip Chibs Telford of all men, Hale had been disgusted. The older Scotsman seemed so wrong for her, and she seemed blind to this fact.

It was kind of insulting realizing she'd turned Hale down and chosen Chibs Telford. Though, Hale had a feeling he'd be insulted if she'd chosen any Son after rejecting him more than once.

It was as though Stahl could read his mind because she spoke all too giddy to pull out another file from the stack. “It seems Miss. Y/L/N still favors a bad boy in a kutte and she still likes her men older. Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man. He has past rumored ties to the True IRA. He’s been arrested a few times in Belfast, but nothing could ever stick. His wife though…he’s still very much married by the way…is True IRA Royalty. Fiona Larkin is third generation True IRA. She got Telford involved in the cause. They were childhood sweethearts from what I know. The two were living as a married couple for a few years before they had their daughter. They have one child, Kerrianne Larkin Telford. She’s about twelve going on thirteen. Looks like they were a happy little family of terrorists for a few years at least. That changed most likely when one Jimmy O’Phalen rose up in the ranks of the cause. Looks like Jimmy O’ didn’t seem to be a fan of Telford. Rumors have it that O’Phalen scarred Telford’s cheeks and took his family as his own…banished Telford from the cause and Ireland. Telford fell in with SAMBEL…guess he didn’t take the threat to get out of Belfast too seriously though it looks like he only remained in Ireland with SAMBEL for a couple of years…he patched over to SAMCRO right around the Spring of 2000. He rolled into town a few months after Miss. Y/L/N left town…can you imagine if he’d made it stateside a few months before she left…the pair would have found each other sooner. Either way it looks like the pair found each other. I spotted them out and about the other day and by the look of affection I spotted him giving her, I would guess Y/N has been given ol lady status by Telford. She doesn't appear to be sporting the crow ink some of the other ol ladies are, but all the same...the looks he was giving her screamed love…do have to wonder if she knows he’s married.”

She paused watching Hale’s jaw tense a smirk crossing her lips before she spoke again. “She knows how to pick them doesn't she? I bet Telford gives Y/N all sorts of juicy bits of pillow talk…sweet little tight thing like her must make him all relaxed and satisfied enough to get those lips moving. Pussy gets men talking; especially trusted pussy that they love. Judging by the looks Telford gives her around town; he’s dedicated. Given his traumatic past and his appearance, I bet it wasn’t hard to get him dedicated. I have a feeling that Y/N doesn’t have to do much to get him talking. Bet she only has to suck him off to get all sorts of information out of him.”

“She’s not going to say a word, if she is an ol lady, she’s been given the orders on how to handle questions about the club. Even if Chibs is giving her details she won’t betray him.” Hale snapped trying to push thoughts of Y/N and Chibs doing anything slightly sexual from his head, the thought feeling him with both disgust and envy of what the Scotsman managed to have with Y/N.

Stahl shrugged her shoulders as she spoke. “Even if she doesn’t know he’s still married? Bet if we dropped some truth on her about her boyfriend’s current marital status, we might get her pissed off enough to run her mouth. If he betrayed her then well…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“And if she knows he’s married.” Hale remarked what Stahl was suggesting make bile rise in the back of his throat. Call it a crush or fondness or whatever, but he didn’t like the idea of breaking Y/N’s heart to get information.

“If the tart is fine with being a mistress then I’m sure we can find some other way to get her lips moving. It doesn’t hurt to give her some pressure and see how she handles it.” Stahl provided a smirk crossing her lips at the rage in Hale’s eyes at the statement about Y/N being a tart.

She spoke again, a chuckle leaving her. “Don’t look so gloomy David, this might work in your favor. We get Telford out of the picture and you might just have a shot. Maybe we push her off bad boys, you can play white knight. You can finally put those handcuffs to use with her in a far more pleasant environment. Of course that might put a stop to the fun we’ve been having together hmm, but who am I to stand in the way of true love.”

He scoffed at the comment, his shoulders tensing at the suggestion as well as the implication of what Stahl and he had fallen into.

Stahl let out a sigh. “She can have you when I’m done. Trust me David, we can always press the ol ladies. No information is useless in RICO.”

Hale cringed at the comment, his stomach turning at this plan.

He took a deep breath, having the feeling that Stahl was in for a challenge. Y/N was a tough nut to crack.

Pissed off Y/N didn’t run her mouth. She just lashed out.

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Y/N was surprised and relieved to see the roses left on her parent’s gravestones. She could admit she’d not been to the graveside since her father’s burial.

She’d been to the cemetery plenty enough thanks to her work…but she’d not had the nerve to walk over to the section where quite a few of her family were laid to their final rests.

Her paternal ancestors and their spouses were all buried close by one another. The oldest section of the cemetery held her oldest ancestors and their offspring.

She knew that one day she herself would most likely be buried here alongside her family. There were already two plots at her parents' side that technically belonged to her.

Her father was always one to plan ahead when it came to funerals and had purchased the plots remarking Y/N could keep them for Daniel and herself or if she married and wanted to be buried with her future spouse she could sell her plot.

She had rolled her eyes at the comment about marriage of course. The idea had seemed preposterous given her tumultuous dating history and how most men who might be ideal for a future spouse showed her little interest aside from gazing longingly at her body.

She’d dated a few guys out in New York. She’d even had one pretty serious boyfriend but it had fizzled out before any serious talk about marriage and the future had come to fruition.

She knew her past held her back in her relationships in New York. How was she supposed to explain her past with the MC in Charming to prospective life partners?

She knew her most recent ex-boyfriend had some suspicions about her past…given her tendency to occasionally flinch during moments of intimacy that got a little too rough. She had never worked up the nerve to go into the full story though. She had a feeling her ex had sensed her trauma but had not been equipped to deal with it when she’d shut down any pleas for information about her past.

She was not quite ready to go into her background with that boyfriend. She was certain he couldn’t handle her past. So, she’d pushed him away the same way she did with most boyfriends. Scaring guys and pushing them out with cold behavior was easier than going into detail about her time as a friend of SAMCRO and the pain she’d endured at Gunner’s hands.

Chibs Telford was the first romantic partner who had any knowledge of what Gunner had done to her as well as her past sexual encounters with both Jax and a few other men.

She was stunned by Chibs’ reaction. He not only still wanted her, but had proven to her that he desired her.

It was not an outcome she had imagined when she’d allowed herself to imagine what might happen if she were to ever reveal the darker parts of her past to a man who liked her.

She kept thinking back to the words Chibs had said to her after he’d eaten her out; that he wanted to show her how she deserved to be treated.

It was a new and exciting concept to her; being treated well by a romantic partner.

She hoped that she’d proven to him that she wanted to treat him in kind. She couldn’t help but to think that with his own traumas he deserved to be reminded of how he deserved to be treated as well.

She’d been more certain that he deserved all the tenderness and adoration on the planet by his reaction to the knowledge that she was planning on going to the gravesite today.

He’d offered to come along with her. He’d wanted to provide her with emotional support when she’d admitted she’d not gone to her parents' gravesite since her father’s funeral.

Y/N could admit she’d been tempted to let him tag along.

She’d resisted the urge to allow it though. She’d told herself that her first visit to the gravesite should be on her own.

Perhaps in the future though; she might let Chibs come with her.

A morbid voice in the back of her head told her it was the most depressing bring the guy you like home to meet the parents' situation, but she shushed the voice.

She was also overtaken with the realization that she was an orphan now. She had no living parents…so that made her an orphan didn’t it?

A voice in the back of her head told her it was a dumb thought…everyone became an orphan at some point in their lives, so it wasn’t something that was that unique.

She shifted the red roses aside placing the daisies she’d purchased on either parent’s grave.

She had a feeling the roses left on each grave had been Old Charlie’s doing. Roses seemed more his taste than Skeeter’s.

She was not surprised to see that the graves had been well maintained, any flowers that had been left at her father’s funeral being taken away after they’d wilted. The area was clean and polished waiting for her.

She had a feeling that this was both Old Charlie’s and Skeeter’s doing. The men had most likely been out to the gravesite maintaining it until she felt ready to make it out. It was clear that they’d cared enough about her to make it neat and ready for her.

She found herself sitting on the ground directly in front of her father’s tombstone not caring if the dirt below her got her jeans somewhat dirty. It would be a long while before grass grew over the filled in grave. Grass had long ago grown over her mother’s filled in grave given that the woman had died when Y/N was so young.

She sighed, her eyes lingering on her mother’s tombstone for a brief moment. She rarely visited it. Her father had been the one who had gone out to maintain it.

She’d gone once or twice when she was a teenager looking for some maternal connection that she’d craved. She felt foolish for the action knowing she would not find that connection in a cold marble tombstone.

Her mother’s full name was written on the dark marble stone in neat font: Caroline Hope Y/L/N. Beloved Wife and Mother. Her birthdate and death date were written below the inscription. A small dove had been carved into the edge of the stone. It was a simple stone and Y/N had been certain her father had struggled to choose it as he’d planned her mother’s entire funeral.

She’d never quite understood how he’d had the mental strength to embalm and bury the woman he loved, but Y/N assumed that in her father’s mind it was just the last act of love he could give his wife. He’d made sure she was cared for. Y/N could distinctly remember seeing the clothing her mother had been buried in…a modest blue sundress with a white floral print and a pearl necklace. She had only been four then, but somehow her mother’s funeral dress was a core memory that had stuck. Her father had allowed Daniel and her to view their mother in the casket at the funeral. Daniel had run away from it but Y/N had remained staring at the woman.

She was unsure if she loved or hated her father’s choice of giving her this core memory.

She tore her eyes from her mother’s tombstone, hating to admit she felt disconnected from the woman. Y/N felt a sense of love knowing that this was her mother, but she didn’t remember her clearly enough to feel the sense of grief she told herself she should feel.

She’d always held the thought in; certain it would upset her father. Her mother had been the love of her father’s life. She’d been his first and his last everything.

They’d met as teenagers and were one another’s first love. Her mother’s father had worked the funeral circuit preaching around Charming and surrounding towns and he’d brought his daughter along. Y/N’s father had been the funeral director’s son.

Y/N’s parents had met for the first time at a funeral. It was not the most romantic meet-cute, but it was her parents.

Her father had never remarried after her mother’s death. He’d not even dated. He’d remained dedicated to her even in death.

When Y/N was younger she’d hoped that she might be lucky enough to find love that deep with someone.

As she’d gotten older though she’d become jaded by the concept.

She sighed, staring at her father’s tombstone, the dark marble was simple with her father's name engraved into the stone: Lloyd Oliver Y/L/N. Beloved Father. Dedicated Husband. Respected Mortician.

The last addition had been her father’s request. Even in death he was proud of his profession.

She felt her throat grow tight telling herself this would feel cathartic even if she was just talking to a marble stone. “I’m sorry I haven’t been out here to visit…I’m actually sorry for a lot of things I’ve done lately.”

She clasped her hands together wringing them, her voice tense. “I can say without any hesitation that if you were still here right now…that saying sorry wouldn’t be enough with what I’ve done. I know how proud you were of our work…how proud you were that I followed you into the work you loved. I’m afraid I’ve sullied it though. You would hate what I’ve done…I fucked it up again, just like I always do. You know me; family disappointment as usual.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, her voice soft. “I’m sorry though, I really really am. I went down a path you’d hate. I got greedy and now I can’t get out of this…the sick thing is I was given a possible way out of it by Filip and I told him no. I am so desperate to burn in the hell of my own making. I…maybe I just like the pain. I think I deserve it in some sick way. How else do you explain why I’m so impulsive? I let the flame burn me and I never figure out that fire hurts…maybe I know it hurts but some part of me likes it. Maybe I’m sick? You did always worry about me…when I was a kid, I was way too interested in your job…Remember that teacher I had in elementary…fourth grade…she thought I was disturbed because I talked about your job so much…maybe I am. I mean what kind of person is so willing to do what I’ve done? What kind of girl prefers the company of the dead because the living scare the hell out of her? Maybe people around town are right about me? I’ve had a few boyfriends in New York tell me I’m not normal. Maybe at the end of the day I’m not right in the head…maybe I’m fucked mentally. How else do you explain the choices I make? I’ve always been quick to anger, too depressed, too impulsive, too starved for risk. I never know what’s good for me. I’ve had nice guys ask me out…back in New York…hell even Deputy Hale tried to take me to dinner pretty soon after I got into town… and I would rather scoop my eyes out with a melon baller than let a nice guy love me. I push people away because it protects me. I go for guys who don’t deserve me…I go for what hurts me. I let someone like Gunner violate me more than once and I stuck around. Maybe my brain is just abnormal.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I always felt bad for you…two bad kids. How could such a nice guy have such bad kids? I used to blame you for it when you’d scold me for whatever crap I had pulled…say that you were too damn nice and that was probably why I was so rotten. I tried to say that maybe if you were less focused on your job and more focused on Danny and me then we’d not have turned out so bad. I know it was unfair to turn it back on you. I think I was parroting the perceptions I heard from people around town though…poor charitable respected Lloyd Y/L/N dedicated to his service to the community but cursed with two ungrateful brats. You were always fighting to keep me out of jail or worse…always dealing with Danny’s health after the accident…always trying to balance the job with making sure your kids stayed alive. I know Danny and I both gave you hell…You died thinking that I was finally done giving you hell…but surprise.”

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers reaching out to trace the birth and death date on the tombstone. “You died thinking SAMCRO was a thing of my past…you thought your biker whore daughter had finally grown up…I know you’d hate me for calling myself that. You never were fond of my choice in language especially when I used it to degrade myself. I know I always tried to take some high ground and claim that I was nothing like the girls that hung around the MC and threw themselves at anything in a kutte…was I really any better though at the end of the day? I may have been a bit more discerning in who I fucked but…I still liked a man in a kutte and a criminal record a mile long. I loved the danger…I loved the chaos. Nice guys who worked nine to five jobs just didn’t do it for me like the outlaws could. I wasn’t satisfied with a dick unless the guy attached to it had a rap sheet.”

She rolled her eyes, the words leaving her. “I know…just what every man wants to hear about, his daughter’s sex life. I guess you aren’t really here to hear it though…I hope you’re not hanging around watching me that much. That would be kind of creepy if you were just hanging around watching me 24-7.”

She let out another shaky breath as she spoke. “I met someone…Jesus, Daddy, you’d hate Filip. You would take one look at the reaper on his back and kill him on sight. You’d ship me back to New York if you were still here. You would not even give Filip a minute of your time to even attempt to win you over. You would look at his appearance and who he is and want me to get away from him. You’d see the scars on his cheeks and the kutte on his back and that would be that, no chance of accepting him.”

She shook her head, a small humorless laugh leaving her. “I know the age difference would make you less than enthusiastic. He’s forty five years old…just turned forty five. He was about sixteen when I was born. If that wasn’t enough to make you cringe…He’s got a wife and a kid back in Belfast…they’re estranged but they are still there…You’d take one look at those facts and shoot him on sight. I’m sure you’d take me for a fool…your poor damaged daughter hooked up with the married outlaw biker who is way too old for her…and if that didn’t piss you off you’d be so enraged about his past in Belfast even if I’d lie and try to tell you it's only rumors. I know you would just look at Filip and see danger. You’d see a guy who is going to destroy your kid. You wouldn’t think he’s good enough.”

She traced her father’s name, her voice soft. “I know what I’d say to you though. I’d say that he's good enough. I would tell you I don’t care about Belfast or who lives there…The age difference doesn’t bother me. I’d probably try to push your buttons and spit out some bullshit about how I am happy to call Filip Daddy even if he’s not quite old enough for that unless he was a teen dad. I’d probably tell you that a man his age has the experience to know how to make me feel so good, that he’s far more gifted in bed than guys my age.”

She paused, rolling her eyes. “I never was appropriate and I kind of lived to make you cringe back when I was having my rebellious years. I figured out that being vulgar and oversharing about anything sexual could make you back off and not suspect the reality of what I was going through. I was always capable of looking like a proper lady but my mouth and my tendency to love shocking people always ruined the prim lady disguise I wear.”

She cleared her throat, her words genuine. “I would be telling you the truth about him being worthy of me…he reminds me everyday that he wants to be worthy of having me. He’s tried pretty damn hard to woo me. I think even you’d be approving of the effort he’s put into it…the man didn’t run screaming when I told him what a trocar was. That’s impressive, you’d have to admit it. He asks me questions about my job; not to appease me or charm me, but because he wants to hear what I have to say. He’s been good to me. He makes me feel safe. I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel safe…at least not a romantic partner. I’ve never felt this protected with anyone.”

She felt her throat grow tight, spilling more of her heart. “I told him about Gunner…told him more than I even dared to ever tell anyone…even you. Pretty sure he’s the first person besides a therapist who knows all the details. I told him every last detail. He didn't run away like I feared he would. I was sure he’d run…or worse he’d look at me differently…like I am in fact just the biker groupie everyone around town thought I was back then. I was afraid if he knew about Gunner and the others…that he would surely leave. I mean…how is a guy supposed to cope with the fact that some of the men he shares a kutte with have fucked the girl he’s dating…how is he supposed to deal with the fact that one of those men, even if it’s a man in another charter…did what he did to me…I don’t know, I’ve always struggled with admitting what the lack of consent with Gunner meant…saying the word. Filip is the one who said the word…told me how wrong it was…even told me he wanted Gunner dead for what he did to me. I expected my past to be too much for him or for him to develop this weird jealousy issue…you know how guys are when they know someone else has touched their possessions… Filip though, his reaction was to feel sorrow for me…he wanted to show me what being shown love is supposed to feel like…he wanted to protect me and get retribution for what happened to me. He offered to kill for me, Daddy…and he meant it. I know you’d probably not approve of the fact that he’s capable of such a thing…but I’d have to hope that you’d approve of his desire to keep me safe…to love me. Filip doesn’t view me as a possession. I know you’d find that really really hard to believe…men in his world have some pretty fucked views of women. I’m not claiming he’s some abnormality in that world. I just think I’m as much Filip’s as he’s mine though.”

She sighed knowing she was safe to say the words here with no one to listen. “I love him…I love Filip Telford. He doesn’t know about it yet…I’m half afraid to tell him. What if he doesn’t feel the same? I keep thinking of what you’d say…you’d probably tell me that if he’s dumb enough not to love me then he’s too dumb for me. I need him to love me though…it sounds so pathetic to say it…I've never claimed to need anyone to love me...I have always been the type to say that people can love me or hate me and I don't give a damn either way...I like to think I’m independent…that I could go back to life before I met him…I, so much has changed in my life so fast over these past months. I resisted his affections so much when I first met him...I was afraid of what he'd lead me to...of falling back in with SAMCRO. He's made it clear though that he has zero intention of leading me back into the pain that I found with his world...I’m scared of how my life has changed over these past few months, of how things have changed since you died and I came back home, but Filip…he makes it feel so much less scary. I’ve opened up to him so much about my past and I have never felt comfortable enough with anyone to do that. I don't feel so alone with him around. I've never felt that...belonging. I always try to pretend that I don't mind being alone. I try to say that loneliness is just a part of life...Filip makes me want to stop isolating myself...and not accept the idea that I just have to be alone. I have never had that with anyone...the sense that they feel lucky to have me around...the acceptance of me for who I am. I don't have to pretend not to be so morbid or so quick to anger. I don't feel like I have to hide the parts of me that scare other people around Filip. I need him more than he knows. I just keep hoping that maybe he needs me just as bad.”

She shook her head reaching up to wipe at a stray tear threatening to spill from her eye. "I can’t say that you’d be fond of Filip… I can’t say you two would love each other, or even try to pretend to get along…but I think that maybe my loving him would be enough for you…I think me being happy with him would be enough. You always worried about my happiness…about me finding my place in the world. I want to be in his world…it scares me, but I trust that he would keep me safe.”

She spoke again, pulling her hand back from the stone. “I’m going to visit more often…even if you aren’t here, I know you’re not really here…I want to bring Filip sometime. He wants to come with me…to support me. I’m going to let him. I am letting him in…you’d like that…me letting someone in.”

She adjusted the daisies in front of the stone as she spoke. “Even if you wouldn’t be proud of me, I hope you’d still love me. You told me once that a father never stops loving his child. I hope that’s true.”

She stood up, wiping the dirt from her jeans as she spoke. “I love you, Daddy. I’ll see you later.”

She turned ready to make the long trek back to her car hoping that she could maybe get a latte somewhere to perk up enough to make it to the grocery store to gather the items she needed for the week.

She paused as a woman approached her. The professional looking woman was thin and tall with straight dark blonde hair and a pantsuit that screamed Fed. She appeared to be in her mid thirties at least. Her lips were thin and she wore little makeup. She had a narrow straight nose and well manicured brows. Her eyes were dark and they were fixed on Y/N.

She felt a chill run down her spine as the woman approached her giving a calm smile that did not match the intensity of her gaze. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

Y/N nodded her head, her voice tense, she doing her best to appear relaxed and calm. “Speaking.”

The woman pulled a badge from her jacket pocket revealing that Y/N was right to think fed. “Agent June Stahl, ATF.”

Y/N sighed keeping that same relaxed demeanor as she spoke. “Can I help you Agent Stahl?”

“I’m guessing you aren’t here on business? More of a personal visit?” Stahl asked, nodding down at the dark wash jeans and gray babydoll tee Y/N was wearing.

Y/N spoke her stomach turning at Stahl’s avoidance of the question. “I’m not here for work.”

She paused speaking again trying to sound more assertive than she felt. “How can I help you?”

Stahl spoke as she shoved her badge back into her jacket pocket. “What do you know about SAMCRO?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the question. Stahl apparently was ready to jump right into it. She shrugged her shoulders giving the company line Chibs had taught her to give though she’d known the line long before Chibs and she had become involved. “That motorcycle club? Pretty sure they’re just a bunch of mechanics who are motorcycle enthusiasts. Pretty sure they throw a good wild party.”

Stahl smirked at the comment, not surprised by it. “Of course, Didn’t you used to be a frequent attendee of those wild parties?”

Y/N shifted in place, her arms crossing over her chest. “I did use to prefer Jack Daniels to mint tea. Didn’t everyone have a rebellious phase?”

Stahl nodded her head, not missing the chance. “And what a phase it was for you. I have to say I’m kind of annoyed but impressed, Y/N, several arrests under your belt and you served not a moment in a real jail cell. Looks like you got more than a few slaps on the wrist though…guess it helps that your daddy was buddy buddy with the local sheriff.”

Y/N held her head up high fast to respond, keeping her voice even refusing to address how her father had always been willing to appeal to Unser to keep her out of any real trouble. “I am not proud of my past behavior. If I could go back I’d change a few things.”

“Is SAMCRO one of those things you might change? I have taken a look at that rap sheet of yours, sweetheart, looks like the innocent club of motorcycle enthusiasts got you into some trouble back in the day.” Stahl remarked, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N stepped back a frown crossing her features. “Like I said, I indulged a little too hard back then…people do dumb shit when they’re drunk.”

“Is one of those dumb things Nathaniel Papadopoulos? Or Gunner…as he seems to insist on being called?” Stahl remarked not shy about bringing up something that she knew would make Y/N cringe.

The mention of Gunner did just that. Y/N crossed her arms tighter, her voice picking up a hint of tension. “I did dumb shit when I drank as much as I did. He was the dumbest. I was nineteen years old when I met him…I wasn’t mature enough to pick romantic partners who were the best for me. Pretty sure most nineteen year olds pick shit men. I wised up and left him. It’s ancient history at this point in my life.”

“What about now? Just what kind of men are you picking?” Stahl remarked a cool smile crossing her lips as she attempted to prod the answer from Y/N.

Y/N sighed fast to respond. “Ones who don’t beat the shit out of me.”

Stahl reached into the professional looking messenger bag she had slung around her arm as she spoke, pulling out a file. “You do pick men with records though. You should have a peek at his.”

She handed the file to Y/N watching as the woman gazed down at it searching for any hint of a chance to pounce.

Y/N gazed down at the open file in front of her, raising a brow at what was clearly Chibs’ rap sheet. She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her calm not bothering to read past a few lines not shocked by what she saw. “Is this supposed to mean something to me?”

Stahl smirked, nodding her head down at the file as she spoke. “Filip Chibs Telford is an interesting man isn't he…if you believe the rumors around town…I find that most rumors have some truth to them.”

She paused nodding down at the file again as she spoke. “You should flip to page two…the arrests in Belfast. He was court martialed and discharged from the Queens Armed Forces at nineteen. Looks like he had a temper in his youth. The arrests in Belfast continue from there. Pretty sure he got into a few brawls on the behalf of the cause…The True IRA tends to frown upon anyone they think may be a loyalist. Looks like Telford took offense to loyalty to the crown, looks like he was not afraid to fight dirty…then there’s the suspicion of a few bombings that he may or may not have been involved in, can’t get a clear answer on that one. Any investigations went nowhere…There were a few rumors about how he may have taken part in the murder of a Northern Irish police officer but there was never any proof to tie him and his associates to it…speaking of his associates in Belfast…his wife…Fiona, she’s definitely True IRA through and through. Third generation, comes by it honestly. Her mugshot is on page three…she got arrested with her husband for one of those brawls I talked about. She is a fiery one…darker than I expected though for an Irishwoman. Pretty sure she’s the Black Irish we always hear about.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop turning the page on autopilot gazing down at the pretty young woman in the photo and a photo of a young Chibs, his face free from the scars that Jimmy O’ had left him with.

Fiona was an elegant looking woman with wild dark curls and piercing dark eyes. Her nose was narrow and her lips were pressed into a smirk that showed she had no worries about having any mugshot taken. She gave off the energy of someone who was well versed in danger and quite content to invoke it if necessary.

Stahl spoke up, a slight smirk on her lips clearly hoping to strike a nerve. “You did know he’s married right?”

Y/N glanced up at Stahl, her face not giving the reaction the woman was probably hoping for. She kept her cool not letting the information of what Chibs had done in Belfast nor the photo of his estranged wife rattle her. “Yes, I was aware. They’re estranged. Divorce unfortunately is not an option…You know how the Catholics are? I’m afraid I don’t know too much about Filip’s years in Belfast aside from the mundane fact that he was a mechanic and that he left some tragedy behind.”

If Stahl was disappointed in Y/N’s reaction she didn’t reveal it as she replied to the comment. “Yes, a true tragedy. I guess you’ve heard all the rumors that fly around Belfast…Jimmy O’Phalen took Fiona and Chibs’ and her daughter for his own…left Telford with a reminder to not even attempt to get them back.”

Y/N clenched down on the file as Stahl motioned to her cheeks lining them along where Chibs’ scars were embedded into his cheeks. She spoke again, a sigh leaving her. “Telford joined up with SAMBEL after that…Guess he was familiar with the MC before hand, so, they were happy to take him on...even though rumor has it O’Phalen banished him from Ireland…guess the banishment finally kicked in though since Telford came stateside back in 2000. He hasn’t seen Fiona or his daughter since Kerrianne was around four. I’m amazed Telford got citizenship in the states…given his record and the trouble he’s gotten into out here.”

Y/N kept her voice flat as she replied. “America is the land of opportunity.”

“That it is…and what opportunity has he found with you?” Stahl dared to ask a small smile crossing her lips hoping to make Y/N squirm.

Y/N spoke knowing the line to give a hint of snark in her voice, deciding that being vulgar might work in her favor. “I open his beers and suck his dick. Pretty sure most men couldn’t ask for more.”

“And what does he say when you wrap those soft lips of yours around that dick of his?” Stahl remarked, proving she was just as vulgar.

Y/N gave her a smile that she hoped read as confident not above continuing with the line of conversation though she was full of shit…they’d not gone that far sexually just yet. “Pretty sure he’s too busy moaning when I take him down my throat. That Scottish accent of his is hard enough to understand on its own…the second he gets is dick wet I may as well not even try to decipher Glaswegian.”

“And what about afterwards…any juicy bits of pillowtalk? Orgasms tend to make lips loose, I find.” Stahl dared to ask she stepping even closer to Y/N.

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the words sliding from her. “He tends to start snoring after he cums…You know men. You rock their world and they reward you by conking out.”

She paused lying through her teeth deciding that playing up the sexual role would work in her favor.

It was a game she’d learned to play during her time in the clubhouse…when she wanted to entice a man into giving her what she wanted.

She found that playing the minx could work in her favor with men and could make straight women intimidated enough to slink back. “I will say that that is the one advantage to getting your rocks off with a woman. Women are a little better at pillowtalk…too bad I like a good thick dick more than a nice wet pussy.”

Stahl smirked giving Y/N a reaction that she’d expected to get if she’d been talking to a man. She sighed, the realization hitting her that Stahl was playing on both teams. She recognized a raging bisexual when she saw one. “I can only imagine…what a shame you have your preferences.”

Y/N spoke as she stepped back, dropping the flirty tone from her voice. “I don’t know too much about SAMCRO. I can’t imagine they’re too interesting. Just a bunch of mechanics who love a good Harley and a crazy party…Like I said, any trouble they may find is usually aided by booze…people do dumb shit when they drink. I’m afraid my party days are over. Most people don’t like the idea of the local undertaker sliding around a stripper pole in a biker clubhouse. Pretty sure Filip would not be too into the idea of seeing me on any pole unless he’s the only one watching.”

“I’ll say it again, what a shame.” Stahl remarked that smirk still on her lips though Y/N did spot a hint of annoyance in the woman’s eyes at the fact that Y/N was still feeding the company line on SAMCRO.

She paused speaking again. “Telford and you make an interesting pair…a funeral director and a biker…just how did you meet?”

Y/N gave her a calm smile, the lie sliding from her lips. “My Acura got a flat tire. We got to talking and one thing led to another. I’ve always had a thing for accents.”

Stahl spoke up, nodding over Y/N shoulder at the gravestones. “You came back to Charming to a big mess from what I heard. Your father left you with some debt?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N remarked her voice cool and collected she snapping the folder she’d been holding shut.

Stahl nodded her head at the comment she daring to bring out the big guns. “I’ve taken a peek at those debts of yours. You paid a little chunk of them off in cash…Just where did you get the cash? The payment was in the thousands. Lots of cash to having lying around with your debts.”

Y/N remembered the lie Chibs had told her to tell. She was relieved he’d given her enough background about Clay and Gemma’s finances, so that she could tell a believable story. “Gemma Teller Morrow asked for my expertise. Her poor grandson having such a frightful entrance into the world got her thinking about her own mortality. Her husband and she were willing to pay me quite well for my time to discuss plans. They know my time is valuable and they took up quite a bit of it…They were willing to make it worth my while as they kept me so busy and out of reach from any of my other duties at work…pretty sure Gemma has some oil investments that give her some nice payouts. I came to them for the plans…made a trip out to the garage to discuss it all and went through the trouble of bringing all of the catalogs I have. They choose a luxury option for their caskets…mahogany and satin. I don’t do home visits for funeral planning, so they wanted to make sure I was compensated for the exception I made for them. They paid me double my usual rate plus travel expenses.”

“That is an extravagant payout.” Stahl remarked her tone of voice hinting she did not buy Y/N’s tale.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, her voice calm knowing she sounded heartless, but it was better to sound heartless than guilty. “People will pay anything to have peace of mind when it comes to death.”

Stahl dared to speak, nodding again at the cemetery around them. “I would have thought they might shy away from using your services…given what happened to those two men you buried a while back.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh shaking her head. “The grave robberies were an unfortunate incident. The families of those poor men were heartbroken over what happened to their loved ones' remains. I did everything in my power to make sure that they were cared for. The family was far more understanding than they had to be. They know I did my part when it came to the care of their loved ones before their final rests were disturbed. I hope the Lodi police find whoever was responsible for such a gruesome act. If I got my hands on them…well let’s just say I don’t approve of anyone fucking with my paychecks.”

Stahl smirked, hating to admit she was impressed with how quick the response was. Y/N was not an easy nut to crack. “And your boyfriend had nothing to do with those empty graves.”

“Why would Filip have anything to do with it? He’s just a mechanic.” Y/N remarked a small laugh leaving her she managing to make the accusation appear as though it sounded ridiculous to her.

“A mechanic with quite the record. You should hang on to that file, Y/N. Take a good look at it. There’s some really interesting bits of information there. Filip Telford is far from innocent. I think you are smart enough to know that. I am also thinking you aren’t so innocent either…that must be why he’s so obsessed with you. If that wife of his is any indication of the kind of woman he likes…then you are one bad girl.” Stahl remarked, nodding down to the folder still in Y/N’s hands.

Y/N gave Stahl a calm smile shrugging her shoulders. “I’m an absolute angel, Agent Stahl.”

She paused, giving the agent a flirty smile as she stepped around her ready to pass. “At least outside the bedroom. Now, if you excuse me. I have some errands to attend to. If you have any further questions you can find me at the funeral home.”

And with that Y/N found herself heading back to her car the folder she held clutched tightly in her hand.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to burn the folder or not.

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Chibs sighed rolling his eyes at Juice as he rounded the billiards table for what felt like the hundredth time.

He spoke nodding down at the pool cue in the younger man’s hands. “Are ya takin yer damn shot or not? I ain’ got all day, Juicey.”

Juice scowled at the older man, his voice tight. “We put money on this okay? I don’t trust you after last time. I still say you hustled me, talked that damn croweater into distracting me and putting me off my game.”

“Aint my fault yer a shite pool player. I won fair an square.” Chibs snapped back a small smirk on his lips knowing that he had maybe talked the buxom blonde croweater Juice was recalling into helping distract Juice from the game.

It hadn’t been too selfish in Chibs’ opinion. He got Juice laid.

Chibs sighed as his cell phone began to chime he yanking it from his kutte knowing he might as well have a phone call since Juice was nowhere near getting on with the game.

He felt his heart lift at the familiar number as it flashed along his screen. He hit accept call, his voice becoming far more cheery than it had been moments before. “Hen, what are ye doin?”

“I need you, Filip.” She blurted out the comment striking him off guard.

The words were appealing but he was not hearing them in the context he would prefer. Her voice seemed panicked.

She spoke again knowing she sounded paranoid but a voice told her if Stahl was interested in her then who was to say that the feds hadn’t found a way to listen in on her calls. She had little idea how bugging phones worked outside of movies. “I need help with my lamb…seasoning it. You know what to do with lamb.”

Chibs furrowed his brow, thrown off even more by the comment. Y/N didn’t eat lamb.

He’d learned that bit of information when he’d mentioned Half Sack’s vegetarianism to Y/N as well as Gemma’s criticism of vegetarians. Y/N had commented that she was not a vegetarian and didn’t think she would be strong willed enough to be one. She did admit that she couldn’t bring herself to eat veal or lamb though. She had commented that she knew it was stupid as she’d eat the adult versions of cows at least…but she couldn’t get herself to eat lamb nor veal as they were both baby animals. He could remember finding the comment kind of sweet though amusing.

He felt his stomach turn it hitting him she was worried that someone was listening in on the conversation.

He spoke trying to keep his calm and not fly off the handle at the thought. “Are ya safe, Love? Is anyone following ya? Are ya alone?”

“Yeah, no. You know it. I uh…just ran into someone while I was out…we got to talking as she reminded me of how much a pain lamb is to deal with. I know you know just what to do with lamb. So, I thought I’d call in the expert. I thought I might call Gemma about it…you remember what she told me about lamb back when we met to make those future funeral plans for Clay and her. I figured that you might be the person to go to though.” Y/N remarked still keeping her cool not helping but to feel like a moron for this entire charade.

She had a feeling that Chibs seemed to have caught up on the game though and was intelligent enough to decode what she was trying to say.

He spoke tossing the pool cue he’d been holding down on the table not caring if it scattered the balls and alarmed Juice. “Aye, I’ll be there, Hen. Don’t ya worry Mo ghràidh. I’ll handle the lamb fer ye.”

“Okay, be at my place…I’m headed there now.” She provided saying the remaining words in her head. I love you, Filip.

“Aye, I’ll be there soon.” He replied unaware that she was thinking the same thing he was currently thinking. I love you.

He hung up his cell sending Juice nod as he turned to leave. “Game’s over, Laddie. If Clay asks I’m goin to see my ol lady. Gotta help her with some lamb. Tell Gemma to give me a call. She knows what to do with lamb.”

Juice furrowed his brow as he watched Chibs leave the man not paying him any mind. He spoke to an empty clubhouse completely confused by the interaction. “Lamb?”

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Her lips met his the second he walked in the door.

Chibs let himself into Y/L/N and Sons Funeral Home well past knocking and waiting for someone to allow him entrance.

He’d spent almost every night in the home this past week, so formalites like knocking had been forgotten.

He made his way upstairs nodding to Skeeter, the man giving him only rolled eyes in response.

As soon as Chibs stepped past the sliding door that led him into Y/N’s living quarters her lips met his in a bruising kiss.

He returned the kiss, his hands sliding along her body appreciating the figure he’d been shamefully admiring since their first meeting.

She pulled from his lips reluctantly, her voice sounding frantic now that she was far away from Agent Stahl. “An ATF agent ran into me at the cemetery today. Had some questions for me.”

“Shite, who was it?” Chibs dared to ask, having the feeling he already knew the answer.

Y/N took a deep breath trying to calm her anxieties. “Agent Stahl…fucking bitch tried to push my buttons by asking me about my past…Gunner and some other shit. She was eager to mention your wife…and shit that happened in Belfast. Tried to show me mugshots and your criminal record. She left a freaking file with me and told me to take a look at it so I could learn all about you. She’s trying to make me crack and run my mouth. Pretty sure she thinks that if she makes me afraid of you then I’ll turn and give her enough to go after SAMCRO.”

Chibs clenched his jaw, shaking his head, his hold on Y/N tightening. “What’d ye say?”

“I told her I know nothing about what you were up to in Belfast. I know about your wife and am unbothered by it. I know nothing about SAMCRO. I told her all I do is suck your dick and open your beers…I got pretty graphic on that last detail.”

Chibs smirked at the comment, his hand wandering down her body to give her backside a squeeze he was unable to stop himself. “Aye, ye ain given me that privilege yet, Hen. Probably had to use yer imagination on that one, aye?”

She sighed, shaking her head at the comment though it did make a hint of smile cross her features. “I thought the lewd angle would unnerve her…I have the weirdest sense that it turned her on. Pretty sure I can spot a bisexual from a mile away.”

Chibs rose a brow at the information. He spoke, shaking his head at the comment. “Ye know I would rather hear bout ye gettin a woman hot and bothered if she wasn’t a Fed.”

“I know you would…sadly I’m telling you what I told her…pussy doesn’t do it for me the same way a dick does. I have no interest in muff diving anytime soon, sorry to break your heart.” She commented, not shocked by this line of conversation. He truly was a male through and through.

“Aye, can’t say I’m disappointed…I don’t like sharin.” He remarked, surprising her by the certainty in his voice.

He sighed his hand running up and down her back as he spoke again. “Did ye look at the record? My rap sheet?”

“Not really…She mentioned a bunch of crap you pulled in Belfast. Saw a mugshot of Fiona and you…Stahl loved shoving that in my face. She tried to coax me into looking into the entire file.” Y/N explained noticing the tension in Chibs’ body at the mention of his estranged wife and of Belfast.

He felt his throat grow tight as he spoke again knowing that there was nothing he regretted in that file she was discussing. He had to fear that Y/N might find some things she was not pleased to learn about him…especially during his time with the cause. “Wouldn’t care if ye wanted to look at the entire file…ye probably should know bout the lad yer datin.”

Y/N spoke so certain of the words that left her. “I know who I’m dating. I’m dating someone who has been so sweet and so protective of me right from the start. I’m dating someone who makes me laugh and as I recall eats me out like his life depends on it…which indicates he’s going to be pretty well versed in doing other things in the bedroom.”

She paused, pressing a kiss to his cheek catching the hitch in his breath at the mention of their bedroom activities. She spoke again, her voice soothing. “I’m dating a man who has known more pain than any human being should ever have to know, but still remains so strong and so compassionate. I’m dating a man who is loyal to his brothers and would do whatever it takes to protect what he believes in. I’m dating a guy who goes above and beyond to look out for me. He rushed all the way over here after I called him ranting about lamb like a nutcase…he offered to kill someone for me because he knows they caused me pain.”

She spotted his hold on her grew tighter at the mention of Gunner. She spoke once again, her lips pressing back to his cheek. “The man I’m dating has listened to me cry over my brother and my father on our first date and didn’t run screaming. He doesn’t care if my job scares the hell out of everyone. He treats me better than I ever believed I deserved. He proves to me each and every day that he wants me to be treated with all the adoration and security on the planet. He makes me feel safer than anyone has ever been capable of making me feel. I know just who I’m dating. I don’t need a criminal record to tell me a thing about him. I know who he is outside of shit he’s done.”

He sighed, his lips sliding along hers relief washing over him. She spoke as she pulled from the kiss her voice soft. “I don’t need a fucking ATF agent to tell me who I’m dating, because I know him better than she ever will.”

She spoke again, her voice firm. “I am not telling her shit. I’m sure it won’t be the last time she tries to press me over this. I know that ATF is up SAMCRO’s collective ass right now. I’m not telling her a thing though Filip.”

“Aye, I know, Hen. I trust ye. Ye did so good, Love. Fuckin gash doesn’ stand a chance with my lass.” Chibs praised her, the comment making Y/N preen somewhat. She was surprised by the feeling. She didn’t think she had a praise kink, but anything was possible.

He pressed a kiss to her lips he fast to speak again. “I want ye to keep tellin her the same thing, Hen. Ye don’t know shite. She ain’ got nothin on ye. She probably thought the fuckin life I was forced from in Belfast was some big secret I was keepin from ye.”

Y/N nodded her head knowing that was exactly what Stahl had been hoping for. She spoke a soft sigh leaving her. “She brought up the empty graves…Kept my story the same as always.”

“That’s my hen. Ye know yer in the clear on that mo ghràidh. Ye’d already be in handcuffs and been carted away if they had shite on that.” Chibs reassured her a sense of comfort washing over at at the words.

She knew he was right. It had been long enough. Lodi had left her alone and she had a feeling the ATF didn’t care about two empty graves when the local P.D. had failed to connect the dots between her, SAMCRO, and those bodies.

She had a feeling the ATF was more interested in the gun running that SAMCRO was secretly engaging in.

Any pressure Stahl was placing on her was to entice her into slipping up and saying something Chibs had told her in confidence. She knew that the agent was getting nothing from her.

Y/N would never betray the man she loved no matter how much Stahl irritated her and attempted to intimidate her.

She allowed her lips to slide along Chibs’ , the pair growing lost in the moment. She parted her lips from his knowing that there was only one thing she wanted at this moment that could make this day seem less awful. “I want you to take me to my room and love me so good that I forget all this crap.”

Chibs felt his heart rate increase at the comment, a warm flush of lust spreading throughout him. Was she offering what he hoped? “Aye, is that so? Are ye sure, Hen? Ye want it all?”

She nodded her head stunned at the realization of how badly she wanted this. She pressed her lips to his the kiss feather light before she spoke. “I am so sure. Take me to my room and love me Filip.”

He felt the moan leave his lips as she took his hands in hers leading him from the room to their destination.

He knew he had every intention of giving her what she was asking for.

He would give her anything. It was a realization he was quite content with.

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✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Three ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

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“What does that say?”

As I strained my eyes to decipher the hastily scribbled grocery list, a sense of curiosity mingled with apprehension crept over me.

"Molasses?" I muttered to myself, puzzled by the seemingly random assortment of items the guys had jotted down. Gemma had entrusted me with the task of procuring supplies for the party scheduled for that evening, a gathering that seemed to hold a special significance for the denizens of the club.

Rumors circulated among the women who frequented the garage that the impending celebration was not just any ordinary affair; it was, in fact, a veiled homage to the enigmatic figure of Thomas Teller, the unspoken son whose presence loomed large over the club. Despite my three-month tenure in Charming and my proximity to the club, discussions regarding Thomas Teller were few and far between.

Gemma, with her characteristic candor, would occasionally broach the subject of Thomas, only to be met with stony silence from Jackson and Clay. The mere mention of the younger Teller seemed to evoke a palpable discomfort among the group, shrouding his identity in a cloak of mystery and intrigue.

As I raised my head from the perplexing grocery list, a deep voice jolted me out of my reverie. My gaze met the steady, yet kind eyes of a tall man standing beside me, his presence commanding attention in the bustling store.

"Need help with something?" he inquired, his tone warm and inviting.

Surprised by the sudden interaction, I stammered, "Excuse me?" My confusion was met with a reassuring smile that never wavered from his face as he gracefully moved closer, exuding an air of confidence and authority.

His uniform, crisply tailored and adorned with a gleaming gold star, hinted at a position of respect and responsibility. The badge on his chest caught the light, casting a radiant glow that seemed to illuminate his aura.

"You just looked a little lost – need help finding that item on your paper?" he offered, his offer of assistance genuine and sincere.

With a chuckle, I glanced back and forth between the kind stranger and the jumbled list in my hand. "No, just trying to read chicken scratch is all," I admitted with a smile. "I'm just guessing at this point and hoping I'm right."

As the stranger's eyes crinkled with amusement and he chuckled softly in response to my comment, I offered a small word of thanks before turning the corner, the cart's wheels protesting with a squeak under the pressure of my push. The aisles of the store seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with the soft hum of shoppers and the occasional rustle of products being restocked.

"Miss, wait—" the man's voice called out, his body swiftly catching up to me moments later. His voice was gentle yet insistent, prompting me to pause in my tracks as I glanced back at him.

"I didn't get to catch your name?" he inquired, his eyes holding a glint of curiosity and warmth.

I hesitated for a moment, struck by the unexpected turn of events and the genuine interest in his question. With a soft smile, I turned fully towards him, the aisles of the store fading into the background as our brief encounter took center stage.

"Oh, um –“ I stumbled. “Catherine. My name is Catherine.”

His smile widened. “You got a last name, Catherine?” His eyes sparkled with mischief; a playful glint that made my heart skip a beat.

His smile causing me to smile back, “Yeah, it’s Landry. Catherine Landry.” The air between us seemed to crackle with a newfound energy, a connection forged in the unlikeliest of places.

“Well Catherine Landry, I know everyone in this town, and I never laid my eyes on the likes of you. Wanna tell me how that happened?”

I watched as he politely acknowledged the older woman that walked past us in the aisle – the woman greeting him as Sheriff Hale.

I shuffled nervously on my sandaled feet, feeling a mix of apprehension. "Oh, well, I got here about three months ago," I began, noticing his eyes narrowing in curiosity as he listened intently.

"I was actually on my way to San Francisco, but a group of bikers picked me up and brought me here, and I've been here ever since."

He stayed silent for a moment, his expression unreadable as he leaned against the shelf, absorbing my story. "Bikers? You talkin about the Sons of Anarchy?" he inquired, a hint of recognition coloring his voice.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I've been helping out at their garage, and Gemma and Clay have been letting me stay at their place until I can get on my feet. Everyone's been real friendly," I shared, a warmth in my voice as I spoke of the unexpected hospitality I had received.

A loud sigh escaped from the sheriff's pursed lips, his expression turning serious as he leaned his head back. "Darlin—" he began, his tone weighed down with a sense of caution. "Nothin' about that group is friendly – trust me." His words hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of doubt over the rosy picture I had painted in my mind.

A confused look floated over my face, uncertainty creeping into my thoughts as I processed his warning. "Especially when it comes to the Teller family and their band of goons," he added, his gaze steady and unwavering.

The atmosphere between us shifted palpably, the once easy camaraderie giving way to a tense undercurrent as the sheriff's words lingered in the space between us. His close proximity, once a source of comfort, now felt stifling, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air.

"Well, when they pick a random girl up in the middle of nowhere after she was abandoned by some asshole in the dead of night, I think that's pretty genuine of them. Especially since they never asked for anything in return," I retorted, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

As I stood there, the sheriff's gaze piercing through me, I felt a surge of defiance rising within me. The bond forged with the bikers, flawed as it may be, held a sense of authenticity that transcended the sheriff's warnings and doubts. In a town where secrets whispered in the shadows, I clung to the glimmer of connection and acceptance that had found me in the most unlikely of places.

"All I'm sayin is for a beautiful girl such as yourself, those men, the Teller brothers included, want nothing more than to use you for their own satisfaction and then spit you out when they're done with ya," His words cutting through the charged silence like a knife, his warning ringing in my ears with a chilling clarity

"I've seen it happen too many times to count – I would hate to see you get hurt,"

In response, I deadpanned, my voice low and steady, "I don't need you to worry about me, Sheriff Hale." The words slipped from my lips with a quiet resolve, a hint of defiance coloring my tone.

Who knew that those words would come back to haunt me in the coming years. That I would come to rely on Breckon Hale when everything around me and my unborn daughter was falling apart and people were dropping left and right…

I stood off in the corner as the party was in full swing, observing the lively scene unfolding before me. Gemma, the life of the party, moved with effortless grace, her magnetic energy drawing people towards her like moths to a flame.

The hang-arounds as Gemma called them clung to random members, kissing and rubbing themselves against them in full view of those around.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of alcohol and weed, creating a heady mix that added to the party's vibrant atmosphere. Some guests sat at tables, their focus on white lines meticulously arranged in front of them, lost in their own world of ephemeral highs and fleeting escapes.

Meanwhile, I found myself nursing the same bottle of beer for what felt like an eternity, content to observe from the sidelines. The pulsating music throbbed in the background, a constant reminder of the lively energy that enveloped the room.

My gaze drifted to Clay, a towering figure with a presence that commanded attention. His strong arm draped lazily over Gemma's shoulders as they weaved through the crowd, engaged in animated conversations with various partygoers. There was a familiarity in their interactions, a silent understanding that spoke volumes about their shared history.

Sitting in the dark corner of the room near the exit, I couldn't help but notice Jackson Teller and his imposing friend, Opie. Their presence exuded a certain aura that drew the attention of those around them. I observed as they engaged in conversation, their camaraderie evident in the easy way they interacted with each other.

Jackson, or Jax as he was known, seemed to have a magnetic pull on those around him. I watched as he would momentarily disappear with different girls, only to reappear after a few minutes, his charm and charisma leaving a lasting impression. The younger women seemed drawn to him like moths to a flame, captivated by his rugged good looks and confident demeanor.

Despite having been a part of the scene for three months, my interactions with Jax had been limited to brief exchanges in passing. There was a certain enigmatic quality about him that intrigued me, a sense of mystery that shrouded him in an air of intrigue.

“He’s a looker!”

I jumped at the unexpected sound of Tig's voice, my heart racing as I turned to see him take a seat next to mine. His words cut through the air with a casual confidence, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spoke of the irresistible allure of Jackson Teller.

"No girl, woman, hell even man, can resist looking at that handsome fuck," Tig remarked, his tone laced with a mixture of admiration and jest as he leaned back, taking a swig from his bottle. A laugh escaped him, the sound blending with the ambient noise of the party.

I attempted to feign interest in the wall behind him, but Tig's keen perception saw through my guise. His knowing gaze bore into mine, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a knowing smirk. "You should see the younger Teller if you think Jax is hot shit," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "That little fucker can run circles around his brother in the looks department, and that's saying something."

My curiosity piqued at the mention of the elusive Teller son, Thomas. Tig's description painted a vivid picture of a young man exuding an unparalleled confidence and allure. "Thomas has an arrogance about him, worse than his brother," Tig mused, his words tinged with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "Even a nun would drop their panties for that son of a bitch."

"Isn’t this party for him – for Thomas?" I inquired; my voice tinged with curiosity as I met Tig's gaze. His nod confirmed my suspicions, the once jovial expression on his face giving way to a more somber demeanor.

"Yeah," Tig began, his tone carrying a weight of significance. "Gemma throws one every time she gets even one word that Tommy may be heading home – this is the fifth one so far this year." His words painted a picture of anticipation and longing, the repetitive nature of these gatherings hinting at a deeper yearning for the return of the elusive son.

I shifted my gaze towards Gemma, the matriarch of the Teller family, her radiant smile illuminating the dimly lit garage. Her watchful glances towards the entrance betrayed a mix of hope and apprehension, her maternal instincts on full display as she awaited the possible return.

Tig's next words drew my attention back to him, his mention of the underlying drama between the three of them casting a shadow over the festive atmosphere. "There’s a lot of drama between the three of them – Clay being the main denominator," he revealed, his words hinting at a complex web of relationships and conflicts that lay beneath the surface of the seemingly celebratory occasion.

"How so?" I pressed, unable to resist the pull of the unfolding drama, even as I acknowledged my status as an outsider, a mere stranger who had stumbled into their world by chance. Their familial intricacies were none of my business, yet the allure of the untold story was too compelling to ignore.

Tig reached for his cigarettes, offering me one in a gesture of camaraderie. I politely declined, opting to watch as he lit his own cigarette, the tendrils of smoke curling lazily into the air. "For starters," he began, his words punctuated by puffs of smoke, "Clay and John – the boys' father – were good friends. They were the ones who initially started the club." My curiosity deepened as Tig delved into the history that bound these characters together, shedding light on the origins of the tangled web of relationships that defined their lives.

"Well, they both had a thing for Gemma," Tig continued, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. "Which I can't say I blame them because she's fucking gorgeous." His candid remark added a layer of complexity to the already intricate dynamics at play, hinting at unspoken tensions and unrequited desires that simmered beneath the surface of their shared history.

"When Tommy and Jax were small – I think Jax was 12 and Tom was around 9," Tig continued, his voice laden with a somber tone that echoed the weight of the past, "John caught Gemma and Clay in bed together. It was obvious that they were fucking around behind John's back," Tig's words cut through the silence like a knife, laying bare the ugly truth that had festered beneath the surface for so long.

"One thing led to the other and Clay ended up shooting John point blank out behind the clubhouse." My hand instinctively flew to cover my mouth, a gesture of shock and disbelief as the enormity of the revelation washed over me. Tig's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his silence speaking volumes about the weight of the burden he carried, the knowledge of a dark secret that had shaped the lives of everyone involved.

Before I could utter a word, the rhythmic click of Gemma's heels echoed across the room, drawing my attention away from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. As she approached where Tig and I sat, a subtle shift in his demeanor was unmistakable, his features softening at her familiar presence. With a tender gesture, Gemma leaned down and planted a delicate kiss on Tig's stubbled cheek, a gesture that spoke volumes of their shared history and unspoken understanding.

"She's a bit too young for you, Tiggy," Gemma remarked casually, her words carrying a hint of playful admonition. In that fleeting moment, a glimpse of their intricate dynamic unfolded before me - a mix of affection, protectiveness, and perhaps a touch of possessiveness. Tig's response, a wry smile tinged with affection and a hint of defiance, revealed a complex interplay of emotions beneath the surface.

“I can look but I promise I won’t touch.” He sent a wink my way before letting Gemma have his seat.

We both watched as he walked towards the older crew, smiling and flirting with the women around. “He’s something else that’s for sure,” Gemma smiled, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.

I just nodded my head, Tig’s claim still buzzing around in my brain like an annoying fly. “Heard you had a run-in with our trusty sheriff today,” Gemma remarked casually, her gaze piercing as it met mine.

Her words caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease at the thought of being watched. “I have eyes all around this town, sweetheart. You didn’t think I would let you go to the grocery store without someone following, did you?” Gemma's laughter rang out, sending a shiver down my spine.

I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to appear nonchalant. “I didn’t realize he was the sheriff until some lady spoke to him. Is he someone not to talk to?”

Gemma's expression turned serious as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He may wear the badge, but not all that glitters is gold in this town. Be careful who you trust, darling. Not everyone has your best interests at heart,” she warned cryptically, her words lingering in the air like a warning bell.

I slowly leaned back in my seat; my gaze still fixed on the older woman. “Why?” My voice a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

She turned to look at me, her expression unreadable. “Why what?” she countered, her eyes searching mine.

Choosing my words with caution, I asked, “Why can’t he be trusted? He is the sheriff of the town; shouldn’t that count for something?”

Gemma let out a sigh, her features softening slightly. “Being the sheriff doesn’t always guarantee trustworthiness, my dear. In a place like this, power can be a double-edged sword. Not everyone wields it with honor and integrity,” she explained cryptically, her words laden with a weight I couldn't quite comprehend.

"Breckon comes from a family that has been very powerful for many years, and they don’t like the fact that a new powerful family has moved into the area – this club has more power in its pinky toe than the whole police force has in all its arsenal. We, this club, protects this town – Clay, Tig, and Jax – they are the ultimate kings of Charming," Gemma explained, her voice laced with a mix of pride and caution.

She paused, her gaze intense as she took my hand in hers, the weight of her words sinking in. "And honey, if you play your cards right, you can be the queen Jackson needs," she added, her tone soft yet filled with an underlying sense of urgency.

The guy had barely said a handful of words to me in the past couple of months, and here Gemma was talking about how I could be his queen.

“I don’t know Gemma?” I pulled my hand away, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension creeping over me.

Her features started to harden as she fixed me with a piercing gaze. “Like I told you from the beginning, I see a lot of myself in you. I was a runaway, lost and searching for my place in the world, until the club found me. I became the woman I am today because of those men, and I see that same potential in you. I can shape you to be the next great queen – the wife, mother, and far into the future, grandmother that Jax and the next generation need.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and my heart pounded in my chest, unsure of what to make of her proposition. “You’re young – you’ll be able to learn everything there is to know very quickly,” Gemma continued, her voice firm with conviction. “Just be faithful and know your place – be the old lady that your husband needs – deserves. Bow down to his every wish and command.”

As her words echoed in my mind, I felt a mixture of fear and fascination at the prospect of stepping into this role that Gemma saw for me. The weight of her expectations and the legacy she spoke of loomed large before me, leaving me to ponder the choice laid out in front of me – to embrace this path and all it entailed, or to forge my own destiny apart from the shadows of the past.

“I’m a total stranger to you guys – some little runaway,” I stammered, trying to push back against the weight of Gemma's expectations. "You can’t seriously consider me to be the next big thing for this club, for your son. Surely you have someone else lined up for such a spot?"

Her earrings tapped against her neck as she shook her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You’re it, kid,” she replied, her voice filled with unwavering certainty. “From the moment my son laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the girl for him. He may not say much in person, but the way he gets when you’re around, it tells me everything I need to know.”

My eyes strained as they stared at the floor, the weight of Gemma's words causing my head to spin. “I uh-“ I quickly stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me, threatening to pull me into its disorienting embrace.

“Doll, you okay?” Gemma's voice cut through the haze; concern etched on her features as she rose from her seat.

I softly pushed her away, my movements unsteady as I tried to regain my composure. “Yeah, I just, uh, I just need some air,” I mumbled, my words coming out in a shaky whisper as I turned towards the door, desperate for a moment of respite from the intensity of the conversation.

Stepping outside into the cool night air, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the sensation of the breeze against my skin a welcome contrast to the heaviness that had settled within me. The sounds of the club faded into the background as I focused on grounding myself, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and expectations that had been thrust upon me in such a short span of time.

As I leaned against the wall, the faint glow of the moon casting a silver sheen over the scene before me, I couldn't help but wonder where this path would lead me and what kind of choices lay ahead. The world of the club and the role that Gemma saw for me loomed large in my mind, a daunting and uncertain future stretching out before me like an uncharted territory waiting to be explored.

The gravel crunched under my shoes as I kicked the rocks around, the sound echoing in the quiet night air, a hiss slipping past my lips as one stubbornly became lodged underneath my foot.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, a surge of frustration coursing through me as I pressed my body against the cold exterior of the building, seeking a moment of respite from the discomfort. Bending over, I hastily unbuckled my shoe, the darkness around the garage enveloping me like a shroud.

The area surrounding the garage was cloaked in shadows, the absence of light so profound that it felt almost suffocating. In the inky blackness, shapes morphed and merged, playing tricks on my eyes and heightening my sense of unease. It was in this darkness that I sought refuge, hiding from Gemma and the weight of her expectations that bore down on me like a heavy burden.

“I wouldn’t be kicking those rocks if I were you.”

The deep voice sliced through the stillness of the night, causing my body to shoot up in surprise, my heart racing in my chest as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, heralding the presence of an unseen figure. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a chill ran down my spine, a sense of apprehension settling over me like a heavy cloak.

As the tall shadow emerged from the darkness, my breath caught in my throat, uncertainty and fear mingling in the air between us. The figure loomed before me, their features obscured by the veil of night, a silent and imposing presence that sent a shiver of unease down my spine.

The mysterious figure's long, disheveled blonde hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, framing his face in a wild and unkempt manner. Strands of hair partially obscured his features, adding to the air of enigma that surrounded him.

His attire spoke of a ruggedness that matched his imposing presence. The dirty jean jacket draped across his broad shoulders, its fabric worn and faded from time and use. The jacket seemed to carry unseen stories within its frayed seams, hinting at a life lived on the edge of society.

Beneath the tattered jacket, a pair of ripped jeans covered his long legs, the denim worn thin in places, revealing glimpses of skin underneath. Each tear and fray in the fabric seemed to tell a tale of hardship and survival, of a journey marked by hardship and struggle.

I struggled to find my voice; my words caught in my throat as I met the gaze of this mysterious stranger. "Pardon?" The word slipped out of my mouth, barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the night.

As the figure moved closer, his presence looming over me in the dim light, a knot of fear tightened in my stomach. His voice was low and gravelly, carrying a hint of menace that sent a chill down my spine.

"The rocks—" he began, his hand reaching for the cigarette between his lips, a faint ember glowing in the darkness.

"They've been known to put shards of glass in the rocks," he continued, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. "Don't ask me why, but they find it funny when one of you broads end up bleeding like a stuck hog. And don't even bother asking them for help," he continued, his tone grim and foreboding. "Because they'll just wave you off like a piece of trash."

I looked down at my bare foot, the warning from the mysterious figure still ringing in my ears. His words had cast a shadow over the carefree evening, injecting a sense of unease into the night air. My gaze flicked back up to meet his, a mixture of skepticism and gratitude in my eyes.

"Thanks," I muttered quietly, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Quickly, I bent down to buckle my shoe back on, the mundane task grounding me during the strange encounter. With a deep breath, I straightened up and began to walk back towards the distant sounds of laughter and music from the party.

Just as I thought I had left the enigmatic figure behind, his voice reached me once more, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back to look at him, a questioning expression on my face as he spoke again.

"You looked pretty bored in there," he observed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Gemma—" He shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "She can suck the life out of ya sometimes."

As the mysterious figure's boots crushed the rocks underfoot, his tall frame loomed over my shorter stature, his presence casting a shadow over me. I instinctively took a step back, a mix of unease swirling within me.

His words painted a picture of the party I had just left, now tainted by his cynical observations. I felt a surge of defiance rise within me as I bristled at his insinuations.

"You don't really wanna go back in there, do you?" he questioned, gesturing towards the lively gathering. "Have to listen to Gemma talk your ear off or have one of those grown pigs try to get you into their bed."

His words cut through the night air like a knife, highlighting the darker undercurrents of the social scene before us. My gaze followed his motion towards the partygoers, a sense of discomfort settling in the pit of my stomach.

"Or are you trying to get Jackson Teller to notice you like all the rest of the females in this town?" he continued, his tone laced with a knowing edge. "He has a bedpost full of notches, sure you wanna be one of them?"

The audacity of his words fueled a fire within me, igniting a spark of anger that blazed to the surface. "What the fuck is your problem?" I shot back, my voice sharp with indignation.

He merely shrugged his shoulders, the smirk still playing on his features. "I know how women work, especially when they get around my brother."

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somethinginthewayiam · 2 years ago

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Car troubles

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2829

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), smut, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your car broke down and you get towed to Teller-Morrow. Chibs already waits for you and it looks like it’s gonna be expensive. The two of you find a different form of payment...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

You were sitting on the passenger side of the tow truck, driven by the latest prospect, as it pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot, pulling your car right behind.

Your car had just stopped working in the middle of town and you just about made it into a free parking spot.

Chibs was already waiting for you at the garage and came over to greet you and take a first look at your car. He was wearing a mechanics vest and you couldn't deny how hot he looked in it.

"What did ya do?", he immediately asked as you stepped out of the truck. "Nothing!", you exclaimed outraged at his accusations. "It just stopped working", you added and put your hands on your hips as you came around the hood of the truck.

"I think it's the starter and the fan belt ripped", the prospect said out of the window of the driver's seat. "Aye, get it in the garage, have Lyle look at it", Chibs ordered him and turned to you as the tow truck drove off.

"Sounds expensive", you commented and looked after your car that was being pulled away. "I'll make you a good offer. Special price for the pretty lady", he said and winked at you.

"And what do I have to do for that special price?", you joined in on the flirting. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the material of his shirt underneath your fingers. "You look really hot in that, by the way", you told him as you pulled at the hem of his vest, not taking your hands off him.

"Well, if you don’t have enough money for the repair, we'll have to find a different form of payment", Chibs continued, obviously liking where this was going.

"Oh, I would do anything. I really need my car", you said in your best porn actor voice and looked at him with big eyes. You had picked up a thing or two from working close to a porn set every day.

Your hand moved further down and grabbed his already hardening cock through his pants. "Anything", you repeated like you were really serious about it.

Chibs cleared his throat and tried to hold back a smile. "I think we can find a solution in my office", he suggested and gestured towards the space next to the garage. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, looking up at him from under your lashes.

"And keep that thing on", you said before you led the way to the office. He brought out your kinky side. "Will do, Ma'am", he obeyed and you could hear the giddy in his voice as he came after you. Thank god that Gemma wasn’t in today.

You got to the office space first, coming through the door from the garage. You walked straight over to the other door out to the lot, closed and locked it. Then you shut the blinds on the window next to it. When you turned around, Chibs was shutting the blinds into the garage.

“Did you lock that?”, you asked him and nodded at the door behind him. “Now, where’s da fun in that, luv?”, he asked with a sly smile and came towards you. You stopped him at an arm’s length.

“Filip”, you warned him, throwing him a look. He broke after only a second. “Alright, alright”, he turned around with a huff and turned the lock of the door.

When he turned back around, you had your shirt already off. “Now let me pay that bill”, you winked at him, striding towards him, back in roleplay mode.

“Aye”, he growled and leaned against the desk. Your mouth latched onto his as your hands found their way to his pants, pulling down his zipper. Your hands reached inside, grabbing his hardening cock and started to stroke it.

Chibs’ hands opened your jeans as well and pushed them down along with your panties as far as he could from his position. You kicked your shoes off your feet and took a step back to pull the sturdy fabric off your legs.

Chibs cleaned the desk with one swift motion of his arm. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot”, you said as you watched him do that and bit down on your bottom lip again. You always wanted to do that. You grabbed your purse to pull out a condom. Ever since this thing with Chibs had started, you made sure to always have some on you and they always came in handy.

With Chibs’ help, you jumped up on the table and spread your legs for him to step in-between them. You put the condom on his cock and guided him inside you. “Fuck, yes”, you breathed out as he filled you.

With one hand behind you on the desk and one arm around his neck, you stabilized your body as he started fucking you. His hands grabbed your thighs and moved back to your ass where he pushed you against him with every thrust. “Yes, give it to me, baby”, you called out, throwing your head back and suckin in your bottom lip before you looked down at where your bodies met.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, lass”, Chibs growled and his hand reached out to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your nipples. He leaned down to close his lips around one of them and flicked it with his tongue.

You leaned back until your back rested on the cold wood of the desk. Chibs’ hands grabbed your breasts and thrusted into you. Your hands grabbed the edge of the desk and held on tightly as he kept pounding into you. He looked so fucking hot in his mechanics shirt, it was like you were in a porn scene right now.

“Come on, get up, I wanna bend ya over the desk”, he said and helped you to sit up by a pull on your hands. You jumped off the desk and turned around. With a hand on your back, he pushed you down until your whole upper body laid flat on the wooden surface, your ass pushed up into the air.

You felt him gliding his tip through your folds. “Fuck me, baby, give it to me”, you moaned and wiggled your ass at him, begging him to enter you again.

You felt a tight grip on your hips before he pushed inside you. You both moaned out loud at the feeling. Chibs pushed into you with fast and hard thrusts, keeping you steady by your hips.

You moved up until you rested on your forearms, pushing back and meeting his hips with every stroke.

You suddenly felt an arm snaking around your chest and then you were pulled up against his. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boob, his hips snapping against your ass.

“Yeah, make me pay for that bill”, you moaned, getting back to the little roleplay you had going on. “Every. Last. Penny”, you panted with every thrust. You felt his hand moving up to your neck and squeezing it lightly. His other hand came up from your hips to squeeze your boobs again.

“You’re so naughty, I love it”, he growled at your ear and fucked you even harder.

His fingers around your throat got a little tighter and your breath hitched in your throat at the sensation. You felt him coming inside you just a moment later, growling loudly and pressing you into him with his arm while moaning your name.

“Oh baby”, you whined at the sensation, starting to really clench around his cock inside you as your orgasm was building up. The hand from your boob moved down to your clit and started rubbing it with light pressure.

“Fuck!”, you called out in surprise as your orgasm came crashing down on you just a few moments later. You felt the need to bend over, but Chibs held you in place and kept rubbing your little nub to the point of overstimulation as his moves inside you became slower.

When he finally let go of you, you had to hold yourself up with your hands on the desk. Your knees felt weak and unsteady for a few moments.

Chibs slipped out of you and took the condom off, throwing it in the bin.

“Just like that?”, you asked, looking at the bin in the corner and then him while you pulled the cups of your bra up again. “Wouldn’t be the first time”, he told you. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Not all mine”, he clarified with his hands defensively in the air. “Mh-hm”, you hummed in joking disbelief and put your panties back on before you reached for your pair of jeans.

Meanwhile, Chibs packed himself back into his pants and zipped them up. He was dressed again way quicker. He grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it while leaning against the edge of the desk and watching you getting dressed again.

“We should probably clean that up”, you nodded at the paper and folders on the floor while you pulled down your shirt. “A prospect can do that”, Chibs waved it off.

“Do the prospects have to do anything for you or do you do some things yourself?”, you asked him in a sarcastic tone and raised an eyebrow at him again before you bent down to put on your shoes.

“I only do the important bits”, he said as he got back up from the desk and slapped your ass. “Hey, those bits have a name. You just called it out while filling that condom over there”, you told him as you snapped back up and pointed at the bin.

Instead of an answer, Chibs just chuckled and gave you a kiss, with his hand moving into the back pocket of your jeans and pushing you against him.

“You’re really lucky you’re cute, you know that?”, you told him when he pulled back again, feeling a little light-headed by the amazing kiss. He just winked at you and took a drag of his cigarette before he walked over and opened the door into the lot for you.

When you came back out with disheveled hair and pulling on your clothes, some of the Sons were sitting outside the clubhouse and drinking beer. When they saw you exiting the office, they were whistling and cheering.

"Shut yer stupid faces!", Chibs called out to them but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Chibs was just explaining to me what needs to be done to my car", you attempted an excuse for the state of you when you came closer to the benches.

"And did he explain it to you from the front or the back?", Tig asked and wiggled his eyebrows. You grabbed a bottle of beer and took a big sip as you were very thirsty.

"Both", you commented and a smile made its way on your lips. "Nice", Tig said and nodded his head with a dirty grin.

"You're acting like horny teenagers", Bobby mentioned and rolled his eyes.

"What can I say, she keeps me young", Chibs shrugged his shoulders and put an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You were a bit surprised by his public display of affection, he hasn't done that in front of the guys before. Making out in the clubhouse or having an arm around your shoulders or waist, yes, but never something so intimate as this little kiss. Even after what you just did, it made you blush. You quickly took another sip of your beer to hide it.

"So, how long before I can have my car back?", you turned to Chibs to change the topic. "Lyle's workin’ on it as we speak. Probably about an hour", he told you.

"So, I got an hour to kill?", you thought out loud. "Darling, I'd love to but I need a few minutes", Chibs said and winked at you.

"You're fucking an old man, doll. There are no back-to-back rides", Bobby laughed and the others chimed in.

Right at that moment, you noticed Tara driving onto the lot with the boys in the car.

"Not what I meant, but ok", you mentioned and emptied your bottle of beer. "So much for keeping you young, huh?", you taunted him before you pressed your empty bottle into his free hand and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I'm gonna spend time with some real young men", you winked at him and walked over to Tara's car, where she was in the middle of unbuckling Abel's car seat.

"Hey guys!", you exclaimed and Tara looked over her shoulder and a smile appeared on her face as she spotted you.

"Hey, Y/N", she greeted you. "You need a hand?", you asked. "Can you get Tommy out of his seat?", she nodded towards the other side of the car.

"Sure", you agreed and walked over. "Hey, Tommy-boy", you said as you opened the car door with a big smile. Tommy and his wild hair always made you smile.

You got him out of his car seat and balanced him on your hip. You and Tara met at the back of the car.

"Want me to take them off your hands? I got an hour to kill before my car's ready", you offered.

"What's wrong with your car?", Tara asked as she held Abel's hand. "I have no idea. It just doesn't do want I want it to do", you shrugged your shoulders with a chuckle.

"Uncle Wayne!", Abel called out as Unser stepped out of his trailer and rushed over to him. "Be careful, Abel", Tara called after him.

"I got it", you told her and took the diaper bag from her to go after Abel.

You and Unser took care of the boys at the playground area of the lot while Tara had an appointment for her hand.

About an hour later, the prospect that drove you here, came over to the playground. “Y/N, your car’s ready”, he told you. You were in the middle of pushing Abel on the swing while Unser was sitting on the bench across from you, bouncing Thomas on his knee.

“Okay, thanks”, you said and looked over to Unser. “Are you good with the two alone?”, you asked him and gave Abel a final push before walking around the swing set.

“Sure, no problem. Tara’s gonna be back soon anyway”, he waved off your concerns.

You walked over to the bench and brushed some of Thomas’ hair out of his face. “Bye, young man. I’ll see you soon”, you said and he looked up at you, squinting his eyes because of the sun and continued to chew on his fingers.

“Thank you for playing with me, Abel, that was really fun. I gotta go now, but let’s do that again soon, huh?”, you told Abel as you shouldered your purse. “Okay”, he just said while going back and forth on the swing. “Okay”, you repeated with a chuckle.

“Bye, Wayne”, you said to the former cop and walked over to the garage to collect your car.

Chibs was just closing the hood of your car and wiped his greasy hands on a towel. “Good as new”, he told you and came around the car.

“Great, what do I owe you?”, you asked and looked for your wallet in your bag. “We settled that before, you’re good”, he reminded you with a wink.

You tilted your head to the side and looked at him. “That’s really nice, but that was just some little roleplay. I wasn’t expecting to actually not pay for the repair”, you told him as you gestured towards the office.

“I know. Just call it a friends-and-family-discount”, he suggested and threw the towel over his shoulder. He opened the door for you and handed you your key. You felt a little pull in your guts at his choice of words. You didn’t know what you were to him, like a friend or like family. And so far, he had given you no real indication where he was leaning by now.

“Okay, thank you”, you told him a bit reluctantly. You felt like you used sex to get something for free, even though that wasn’t your intention when you had started that little roleplay.

You kissed him once more before you got into your car. You started the engine and let down your window as it was hot inside.

“Hey”, Chibs said, bent down and put his forearms on the bottom frame of the car window. “Damage your car more often, that was fun”, he told you and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips at his words. “I’ll see what I can do”, you said, winked at him and drove off the lot.

next part Part of the business

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mushupork4u · 5 months ago

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SOA Truth and Drink

Morning Hangovers (Part 2)

(Excuse the shit writing/I made this in a rush)

•18+

•Sexual innuendo’s

•Mentions of Sex

•Weed/Alcohol

Bambi is a quiet bar hand at the club house, on a night where the boys aren’t around, the girls loosen up, drink and listen to music, thought after a night of Truth and Drink the next day the girls get a talking to as they get to rewatch their night via bar camera.

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Wherever she was, it was too bright, too loud, and the repetitive noise of her phones ringtone was too much. Finally groaning herself awake, she reached her hand into her purse and pulled the phone close, answering it and turning it on speakers as to not get it close to her sweat ridden face.

“Hello?” She coughed, her throat dryer than the Sahara and burning with a fresh acidic feel. The couch under her however was very wet with drool, the cold sensation sticking to her face.

The voice on the other end answered slowly, the groggy tone of Sugar somehow being recognized. “Thank god you picked up. I’m on my way.”

“Wait what?” Bambi sat up, and the crashing feeling of wanting to die hit her. Nauseous overwhelmed ever sense she had as her body slid down the couch cushions and sideways onto the floor.

Sugar whined over the whirling noise of wind, she was obviously on the highway right now. “I don’t know. NyQuill called everyone freaking out because for some reason Gemma called us all in for this afternoon.”

The silence was deafening as Bambi bit at her lips before sighing. “It wasn’t…like trashed or anything when we left right?”

“It was cleaner than before we picked up.” The blonde admitted. “I just hope it’s to load up some drinks. Don’t mean my liver doesn’t feel like it’s shutting down.”

“I hear ya sister.” Bambi groaned, a hand clamping down on her stomach as cramps racked up her ribs.

Pushing herself off the floor and finally wobbling up to stand. She looked down at her phone to see it was almost one in the afternoon.

“I’ll be there in about ten minutes, make yourself look presentable.” The phone crackled and the copperhead swallowed harshly.

“Okay.”

The pink jeep arrived quicker than ever, it seemed like seconds since Sugar called Bambi on the phone but it had been twenty minutes and still the girl was putting her socks and shoes on it the car while applying some light makeup to not look dead.

It didn’t help much, even after taking an ibuprofen, chugging a coffee and eating a bagel. The dead eyes look both of them carried was staying put.

At least they had on semi decent Jean shorts and some loose T-shirts that made them look slightly more presentable than usual.

Not that they gave a shit now anyway because they were currently sitting outside the club house and all the bikes were outside. Lined up neatly, and Tellers Automotive was eerily still, quiet even.

There was also no cars, meaning the bar hands from before were already long gone.

“Well shit.” Sugar hummed, another gulp of her iced coffee going down her throat. The sound made Bambi’s tapping nails going even harder against the plastic dash board.

Though they had to go in eventually and their figures were noticed as soon as they walked in.

NyQuill had ushered them over to the bar, most of the girls hiding behind it anyhow as most of the clubs guys were looking at them curiously. “What the hells going on?” Sugar asked Prana as Clay finally came out of the back room.

His figure came from the back room where the clubs table was, where all the decisions were made and all the murders were planned.

“What’s going on?” He echoed, a humorous glint was casted towards his wife, the women smoking a cigarette on one of the couches next to Tig. “Gem, what’s going on?”

“That’s a great question baby, maybe we should show em’?” Her voice echoed back, and a click sounded before Bambi pinpointed where it came from.

The table lined against the wall, right to her left where juice was sitting. His hands where healing a camera and the flash from it was pointed at a white sheet that was hung up on the long wall.

The video had started the plan and usually this is where the cast would be named but instead, it showed pictures of them, of the girls.

“Oh shit.” Mouse had grumbled, her head going down as her big eyes caught Opie from across the bar.

Bambi had stood in front of the shorter girl, trying to shield her away from the giant.

Throughout the beginning of the video, their faces of horror were short lived and instead, each time a ‘whoop’ or a ‘I want some of that’ was yelled out, they laughed. Because it’s all they could really do.

This club house was one built on strengths, so if Gemma thought the crow eaters were prissy bitches, they were out. And for gods sake, these guys had gotten head in full view in this very club house on these very couches, there was nothing to be shy about.

Eventually though the lewdness took up the screen, body shots between the girls passing and the dirty talk and questions they all asked and answered.

Bambi would’ve admitted her sins right then and there if she had any because the boldness she had from last night was straight up burning in her core and chest now.

Curiosity ate at her as she knew Juice was the one holding the camera and her head turned to find him still staring off at the white screen, though their eyes met briefly and she smiled before looking away.

If Bambi bothered to look another second, she’d seen the redness coating up his neck and ears.

She had gone to grab a Mountain Dew from the mini-fridge in the back when she heard her voice on the screen. Running to the double door, and making sure multiple eyes were on her, she belted out the drunkenly memorized words in her mind. “He’s got that rugged handsome thang going on, I dig it.”

“GO GET YER GIRL CHIBS—“ Tig had laughed and the Scotts-man put his head down, shaking it slightly as Rake welcomed her friend back with a pat on the back.

“He’s red.” Prana had whispered, and the copperhead looked over and threw a wink Chibs way.

It went in for a few minutes before the camera went out, and the girls faces were still burning hot as clubhouse was full of laughs.

However the girls had let out a few smiles themselves, the weight of the secrets being ripped out for them was not pleasant but at-least it was over with. “That actually wasn’t so bad.” NyQuill had exhaled almost immediately, a hand coming up to mess with one of her braids.

Prana however groaned and turned to look at the girl with a stupid glare. “Are you kidding me? That was so embarrassing. I’ll be surprised if I ever show up here for another shift again.” Mouse had nodded along with her before the two went outside, probably to smoke a cigarette or two.

As the group dispersed off a bit, Gemma walked up to the bar, a snarl like smile on her face. “You ladies feathers all perked up over here?”

“No ma’am.” Bambi smiled, she tried her hardest to not smack Rake as the girl had came up beside her.

“Depends.” The albino almost tutted. “Do you plan on putting us in the grill again?” Her snappy tone was playful and the older women had grinned happily. “At least one of you has a sense of humor.”

The group heard clicks as Gemma heels became more and more distant, her finding a seat on her husbands lap and staying there.

“What a bitch.” Rake grumbled as a beer hit her lips, taunting eyes glaring at the group.

Bambi looked over her shoulder at the albino, confusing burning on her face. “I though you liked her?”

“Hell nah.” Rake grimaced, her beer hitting the bar top hard. “It’s just better to not argue.” Her shoes squeaked as they walked away going to do something hopefully benefited to them working tomorrow night as there was a big bash being thrown to celebrate the deal between the Sons and Mayans charter.

With all the girls dispersed and doing different shit, NyQuill and her took care of serving drinks at the bar, Tig and Clay getting beers and shots constantly while it seemed Juice and Happy stayed at the other end of the bar.

Avoiding her.

“You got Chibs to blush girl. Not much makes his face go red other then blood.” Tig’s voice had sounded and Bambi had chuckled at his crude humor.

“That’s real nice commentary there, Tig.” Clay had muttered, his sunglasses being pushed to the top of his head. “You know if you just sit here, you’re not gunna bang either of them any time soon?”

“Jesus Clay.” Her eyes shut, forehead coming to rest on her arms as she leaned half her weight on the counter.

“It’s true.” Tig stated, before his shot was taken out of his hand and instead swallowed by the copperhead. “Damn girl.”

“There’s gunna be Mayans all up in here tomorrow night, right?” She asked, her brown eyes barely leveling Tig’s new shot before it was being pushing into his hands.

The president had just leaned back before answering. “Just a bunch of tanned men in leather running around, why?”

His answer made her eyes gleam something dangerous, before the smile she had let her fangs show. “Because then I’ll be occupied and won’t have to think of anything.”

Although the only thing she wanted to do was stop thinking about fucking them senseless, she couldn’t stop her eyes from glaring over at Juice, Happy and Chibs, who had kept their distance from her.

If she was lucky, they wouldn’t be able to avoid her tomorrow.

#i need it #sons of anarchy #oneshot #mayans mc #jax teller #ezekiel reyes #angel reyes #mayans x reader #soa x reader

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Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, rape, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, and character deaths

Author’s Note: So, this is my first Sons of Anarchy story for those of you who are fans of the show. This fic is a Dark Fic. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Also please HEED the warnings. They are there for those get triggered by certain topics. I will post another warning before each chapter to give a final warning.

Chapter Six - Repost

warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse, angst, public masturbation

"I'm so sorry, Jackson. She lost the baby."

Jax felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, as he took a step back from his mother's reach. "She lost," he choked, "she lost the baby?" He questioned in disbelief. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

Gemma swallowed thickly, nodding her head. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

Jax ran a hand across his tired face, trying to qualm his growing emotions. "Where is she? I need to see her."

"She's in there." Clay stepped up and pointed to the room that was directly right behind them.

Jax immediately sidestepped his mother and stepfather and quickly headed toward the room. He was desperate to see Lena.

"Jax," Gemma called out to stop him, "she's resting right now. They gave her a sedative for the pain."

Jax ignored his mother and made his way inside the room. The moment he shut the door behind himself, the image he saw nearly broke his heart. Lena was laying turned away from the door. She was curled into the fetal position, soundly asleep.

Jax swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, just looking at her form. His guilt quickly started eating at him. If he hadn't been dealing with Tara and Kohn, which he for sure thought had left town, then he could have been there for Lena. He was such a fucking idiot.

Releasing a deep breath, Jax cautiously made his way toward his Old Lady. He wasn't sure he should bother her, but he just needed to be near her. He needed to let her know that he was here. When he finally stopped right in front of her, he tried to hold back his own tears at the pained expression on her face; the stains of her tears tracked down her cheeks. He slowly reached out and ran a soothing hand across her cheek, before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Lena sucked in a huge breath, nearly waking in a panic. Her eyes immediately began to frantically search around her, before they landed on Jax. The relief that he was here sat in the pit of her now empty belly. "Jax," she barely choked out.

"I'm here, baby." Jax continued to stroke his rough, calloused thumb against the softness of her cheek.

Lena's bottom lip trembled, as she desperately grabbed ahold of his kutte and pulled him further to her. "I'm so sorry, Jax."

Jax shook his head. "Baby, this is not your fault, okay." He whispered, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across her lips, before gathering her into his arms.

Lena clutched onto Jax as much as she could, as she released a full body sob into his chest.

Lena was finally released from the hospital the following morning. Jax was by her side every step of the way, even helping her into Gemma's truck, and following right behind them on his bike.

Lena had barely spoken a word since she had cried herself to sleep in Jax's arms the night before. When the Doctor, who came to release her, asked her how she was feeling, she replied with one simple word: empty.

Upon hearing her say that word caused Jax's heart to break a little more. The guilt for leaving her that night for Tara weighed even heavily in his gut.

When they arrived back at the house, Jax helped lay Lena down into what he was now calling their bed. He could only sadly watch as she curled herself away from him.

Jax swallowed thickly, covering her body with the comforter, before taking a seat behind her. "Hey," he whispered, reaching over to splay his hand against her curvy hip, "you need anything?"

Lena sniffled, wiping a stray tear, and just shook her head: Her only answer.

"Baby," Jax exasperated. He had no idea what to do here. "I want to help you. Please, tell me what I can do to help you."

Things were quiet for a few moments, and Jax thought Lena wasn't going to answer, until she squeaked out, "where were you last night?"

That question immediately caught Jax off guard. He didn't know exactly what to say. If he told her the truth then he would run the risk of her shutting down on him. But he didn't want to lie to her either. So, he just stayed silent.

"So," Lena whispered softly and sniffed again, "I'll take your silence as you were with Tara."

Jax sighed heavily. "She needed my help with Kohn."

Lena was quiet for another few moments, before she choked, "I needed you, Jax. We needed you."

"Jesus Christ." Jax released a shuddering breath, leaning forward on his elbows, and shoving his face in his hands. He literally had no idea what to do for her and wanted to comfort her so badly. He knew he had royally fucked up.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Jax finally stood his feet. He then leaned over to kiss her temple, relieved when she didn't pull away from him. "I'll be back." He told her, but he didn't receive an answer in return.

Jax pursed his lips and then slowly made his way out of the room only to find his mother, Gemma, patiently waiting in the hallway.

"How is she?" Gemma walked up to her son, seeing the pain in his blue eyes. Her heart broke for the both of them. She knew the pain of losing a child.

Jax released a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. He quickly glanced back at the room and then back at his mother. "Not good, mom. I want to help her, but I'm not even sure I know how."

Gemma folded her arms together in a comforting manner. "She's gonna be fine, Jackson. She just needs some time to adjust. She just lost a baby. That's a traumatic thing to go through, baby. You need me to stay with her while you meet with the club?"

Jax looked back at the room once again, thinking about it for a second, before he shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here with her. Make sure she eats an' shit, and I kinda don't wanna leave her side tonight. You go home." He reached forward and gave her arms a gentle squeeze.

"You sure?" Gemma questioned, and he nodded. "Okay, sweetheart." She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "You call if you need anything."

"I will." Jax told his mother, as he walked her out of his house. Gemma gave him one last hug before he closed and locked the door.

Releasing another breath, Jax looked down the empty foyer in desolation. He slowly removed his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack, and made his way back to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he found her in the same position he had left her in just a few minutes ago, but this time she was asleep. He knew that the pain medication she had been subscribed had already kicked in.

He stood by the frame of his bedroom door, watching as her body rose and fell with each breath she took. After a few minutes, he then proceeded to pull his hoodie over his head, along with his white t-shirt, dropping them onto the floor. He finally toed off his white sneakers and removed his jeans, before finally climbing into the bed next to Lena.

Jax continued to watch Lena for a few moments. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. She subconsciously turned over and draped her body across his, snuggling closer into his warmth. He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and laid her open palm against his bare chest.

The next morning Lena's eyes fluttered open, and she was graced with the presence of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes she loved so much.

"Hey," Jax ran a soothing hand across her mountain of curls, "I gotta go take care of some club shit, okay. I'll be back in a little while."

Lena just nodded her head, still not feeling up to speaking.

Jax sighed, kissing her forehead softly. "I made you some tea." He pointed to the steaming cup on the bedside table. "And there's some eggs and toast in the microwave."

This was exactly what Jax did every morning for the next week. He'd make her eggs, toast, and tea, before leaving every morning. The first four days he would come home disappointed to find that the eggs and toast were still in the microwave and the tea was barely touched. He'd also find her still curled in the same fetal position he left her in. By day five, the tea was drank, the toast was eaten, and it looked as if she had made some type of vital effort to shower. She would still be in bed by the time he got home though.

Then yesterday all of it was gone.

Today, after Church, Jax made a quick stop at home to check in on Lena. Much to his shock and surprise, she was finally up and about.

"Hey," Jax said walking into the bedroom to find Lena tying the straps of her boots. "You're up?"

Lena looked up at Jax, giving him a warm smile. This was the first time in days that she had shown him some source of light. "Yeah, I figured it was time to finally stop grieving. It's time to move on. I'm sorry I've been such a recluse."

Jax shook his head dismissively, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Lena," he breathed, "please, don't blame yourself for any of this. Losing the baby wasn't your fault. The doctor said that sometimes it just happens. No reasons why."

"I know." Lena replied desolately. "But I can't help but feel like it is." Jax went to tell her that she didn't need to, but couldn't form the words, when she stood to her feet and approached him. "I just want to thank you for giving me the time that I needed." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips softly against his and quickly pulled away.

"Where you going?" Jax questioned, watching as she reached for her things.

"Just to stop by my house really quick, grab some more things, then I'm gonna head to the clubhouse. I can't stay in this room like this any longer." Lena told him, moving around the room in a dizzying blur.

And before Jax could protest, Lena had already disappeared from his sight.

Lena arrived at the clubhouse a short time later. She walked in to see Clay and Piney sitting at the bar with some strange, balding, short guy she had never seen before. Ever since she could remember, the club had always been bringing strange people she had never met around. She knew the deal: to keep smiling and never ask questions, unless spoken to.

"Well, well, well, look who's back on her feet." Clay boastfully announced with a huge grin on his face, as he saw Lena making her way toward them. "What are you doing here?"

Lena approached the MC President, and her Old Man's stepdad, giving him a warm hug and a kiss to the cheek. "I just figured you needed me to get back to work."

Clay shook his head dismissively, hand on her shoulder. "That's nonsense, girl. Take all the time you need. That's what we got the Prospect for." He smiled again.

"No," Lena responded, heading behind the bar to put her things away, "I have to do something. I can't just lay around and wallow anymore. It's not good for me."

"How're you feeling?" Piney question, placing a comforting hand on hers.

Lena looked down at the gesture, a million thoughts running through her mind. After she had the miscarriage, news of her failed pregnancy spread like wildfire through the MC. A pregnancy she wasn't even ready to announce yet. Not that it even mattered anymore. Some of the croweaters, she didn't know about, and even the Nevada charter, were sending in their condolences. She was grateful for their support, but she was also really tired of it. She just wanted to not think of it anymore. Every time she did, that emptiness she now felt would start to suffocate her.

"I'm okay, Piney." Lena swallowed thickly, giving her grandfather's closest friend a warm smile back. She then looked over to the strange man who was sitting there quietly, staring at her breasts in her low cut top, while sipping on his mug of beer. "Hi."

"Hi." The guy nodded a little too skittishly, his eyes leaving her chest.

"Lee, this is Chucky." Clay pointed toward the jumpy man. "Chucky, this is Lena. She's Jax's Old Lady."

Lena reached out to shake Chucky's already outstretched hand when Piney not so subtly placed his hand over hers, stopping her actions. She turned to the old man, giving him a look of confusion, and he just shook his head in warning.

Lena then soon found out why.

Chucky, feeling a bit rejected by Lena, immediately stuck his hand down his khaki pants and started jackhammering on his genitals.

Lena choked back, standing there wide eyed really not believing her eyes. This strange man was actually masturbating in front of all three of them. She then turned to look at Clay and Piney, and they both reassured her that she wasn't going crazy.

"Yeah," Clay began, sounding so done, "he's got that, what do you call it?" He turned to look at Chucky. "Compuls–"

"Compulsive Masturbation Disorder, CMD." Chucky explained, still going to town on himself.

Lena pulled a face of disgust, but still not looking away. It was like watching a car wreck, and Chucky was showing no signs of stopping.

"Alright," Clay boasted, "get your goddamn hands out of your pants, Chucky. There's a lady present."

Chucky stopped, looking over at Lena, who still had yet to look away. "I accept that." He immediately removed his hand from his pants. "Sorry about that." He looked back at Lena, apologetically, "it literally has a mind of its own. Especially now without my meds."

"I guess it's all good." Lena commented, before looking at Piney and Clay once more. "I thought boys got over that after 13." She joked, causing both Piney and Clay to chuckle.

"Hey, sweetheart," Clay turned back to Lena, gesturing between himself, Chucky, and Piney, "could you give us a few? We gotta talk business."

Lena nodded, grabbing both Clay and Chucky's now empty glasses to wash them. "Okay, I guess I'll be in the back doing some inventory."

"Thank you." Clay told her. "Glad to have you back."

Lena gave Clay another warm smile, before retreating into the back kitchen. When she got there, she immediately noticed the mountain of boxes of delivered alcohol piled high, in the corner. These boxes weren't there over a week ago. It was almost like they had been patiently waiting for her. It was always like this though. If she didn't show up for a day or two, things would just go to the wayside, waiting for her to come back. It was almost as if she were running the bar herself.

Lena released a heavy sigh, walking over to the sink and tossing the heavy mugs inside. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn't. So, she just swallowed all of those feelings down and started her task. At least dealing with this, she didn't have to deal with all the other shit on her mind.

After finally getting those boxes situated, Lena found herself arranging and cleaning the liquor shelf back out front. She had completed the much needed inventory, and was now tasking herself with doing other things. As, again, if she wouldn't do it, then no one would.

The clubhouse was completely dead. Clay and Piney disappeared with that masturbating freak, so it just left her and maybe one or two other people. The rest of the MC would more than likely show up a little later on.

As Lena turned to write down some notes of things she had missed that needed to be ordered, her stomach dropped at the sight of Tara Knowles strolling her way inside. This woman had the worst time of showing up unexpectedly. Tara was the last person that Lena needed or even wanted to see right now.

"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, when Tara cautiously approached her. "Jax isn't here."

Tara nodded nervously, now standing on the opposite side of the bar from Lena. Her bright eyes began to look around her familiar surroundings, everything rushing back to her. "I know. I'm here to see you, actually."

Lena's brows furrowed in confusion. What could possibly be the reason that the good doctor needed to see her? "Me? Why?"

Tara cleared her throat and finally took a seat. "Jax told me what happened, and I just wanted to personally offer my condolences."

Lena actually giggled at that, but there was no humor behind it. This bitch wasn't serious, was she? "Your condolences? Are you serious? You know what Tara? You can take your condolences and shove them right up your skinny ass." She spat bitterly. She was too emotionally unstable to deal with Tara at this moment. Just thinking about Jax not being with her, at a time when she needed him the most, to help Tara deal with her psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, caused the blood to boil in Lena's system.

"Excuse me?" Tara looked at Lena a little taken aback.

"I don't know what you thought by coming here and offering your condolences was gonna do when you and I both know that it's bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, Lena." Tara muttered in shock. "I just don't want–"

"It's not bullshit?" Lena cut Tara off, and all she felt was pure anger. "You say that you're not here for Jax –that you didn't come back to Charming for Jax– but yet every time I see him, you're lurking in his vicinity."

"I'm his son's surgeon." Tara tried to justify, her dark brows furrowing in confusion.

"Is that what you tell yourself at night, Tara?" Lena snipped. She could see right through Tara's pathetic condolences. She knew Jax's ex was feeling some type of guilt. "To make yourself feel better?"

"Look," Tara released a deep breath, "I just came here to–"

Lena quickly cut her off. "I know exactly what you just came here to do, and I'm putting an end to it right now. Just so we're clear, you and I need to get a few things straight, Tara. First, you being around Jax, relying on him to deal with your shit, that ends now." Tara went to protest when Lena threw a hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Second of all, you need to learn your place in this town. I'm Jax's Old Lady, now, not you. You gave that right up 10 years ago when you snuck out of here like a thief in the night without a second glance. Jax loves me. You're his past. I'm his future. And if you want to call this marking my territory, then have the fuck at it. But I am making sure you are aware that Jax is mine. Are we clear?"

Tara pursed her lips, trying to figure out what she was going to say next. But she thought better of it and just nodded her head. "Crystal."

"Good," Lena paused for a moment, before smacking her lips together, "now I need you to leave, and on your way out, take your shitty condolences with you."

Tara hesitated for a moment, before finally standing up from her seat, and walking out of the clubhouse.

Lena watched as Tara disappeared from her sight. She hadn't noticed that she had grabbed a bottle of gin, until she realized it was shaking uncontrollably in her hand. She quickly felt the itch to just throw the damn thing across the room to let her emotions loose, but instead she poured herself a shot. And for good measure, she poured herself three more.

The clubhouse was now hustling and bustling with patrons, as Lena had expected it to. She was busy, behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking more shots with the members of SAMCRO that had showed up about a half an hour ago. Of course, Jax wasn't with them. At this point, Lena didn't really care.

"How you feelin', baby girl?" Tig asked, sipping his beer bottle, his crystal blue eyes looked at Lena with sympathy.

"I'm feeling better." Lena replied, trying to push down the urge of telling folks to stop asking her that.

"Yeah, Jackie boy was tellin' us you were takin' it pretty hard." Chibs commented, as Lena poured him another shot of whiskey. "Just so you know, SAMCRO –we're here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."

Tig nodded in agreement, reaching out to pat her hand.

"Thanks boys." Lena gave them a warm smile, this time pouring two more shots. One for Tig and one for herself.

The three of them toasted, before throwing the shot back. Lena winced, feeling the burn of the liquor hitting the back of her throat. She was now definitely starting to feel it, making her body grow warmer. When she looked up she finally saw Jax making his way into the clubhouse and quickly over to her.

"Hey, babe," Lena greeted him.

"Hey." Jax looked at her, and immediately noticed that something was off with her demeanor.

Lena offered him a shot, but he turned it down. She just shrugged and took it herself, receiving much praise from Tig and Chibs.

"How many of those have you had tonight?" Jax questioned, still looking at Lena with concern written in his steely blues. Lena gave him another nonchalant shrug and tossed back another shot. "Maybe you need to slow down a bit."

Lena rolled her eyes annoyed –she was definitely starting to feel it– and poured herself yet another shot. "I'm fine, Jax." She went to toss that one back, before Jax reached out to stop her.

Jax immediately took the shot from her hands and set it down on the bar. "Can we talk?"

Lena sighed heavily, setting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf and giving the bar counter a good wipe. She then quickly dried her hands and made her way around the bar. Jax didn't let Lena's untouched shot go to waste as he downed it for himself and set the shot glass back down on the bar table. He then gave Chib's back a friendly pat and took Lena back to his dorm.

Lena went and sat on the bed, while Jax shut the door behind them. "So, what's up?"

Jax immediately joined her, his jean clad knee brushing against her bare thigh in the short skirt she was wearing. "So," he began, rubbing his hands together, "I got, um, I got some good news today. Abel is officially coming out of the toaster tomorrow and we can finally hold him."

At the mention of Abel, Lena felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It had been a week since she'd last seen him. It was that day, the day she lost her own baby, and hearing Jax telling her that Abel was getting better and that they'd be able to actually hold him, should have been the best news that she needed to hear. And for some reason, it wasn't.

Unfortunately, Lena knew she couldn't let Jax know that "That's great, Jax."

Jax nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "Means he should be coming home real soon."

That was also something that Lena couldn't bear to hear, but she pushed all of those feelings down. "That's wonderful. I'm so happy." She put on a big smile, pulling Jax in for a hug.

When they pulled back, Jax noticed that Lena's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," he reached forward to push a curly tendril behind her ear, "you would tell me if you're not okay, right? We just lost a baby, babe, it's okay if you're not."

Lena swallowed thickly, her eyes cascaded down at her trembling hands. She then took a quick glance back up at Jax, as he still looked at her with concern. She couldn't take him looking at her like that. So, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Jax was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly melted into it. Lena grabbed the lapels of his kutte and pulled him further toward her. They both fell back on the bed, their mouths still fused together in a tight liplock.

Jax's hand roughly grabbed at Lena's breasts through her top, as their kiss continued to deepen.

Then suddenly the door to the apartment was opened, and the pair immediately pulled apart. Much to Lena's disappointment.

"Hey, man, sorry to interrupt," Opie stood awkwardly by the door, "we got a problem. Mayans."

Jax nodded at his best friend. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

Opie also nodded, shutting the door.

Jax sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You gonna be okay?" He turned to look at Lena.

"Yeah." Lena told him, not quite making eye contact with her Old Man.

Jax, again, cupping her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips. He then stood to his feet and headed out of the door.

Lena sat there for a few seconds after Jax had left. All of a sudden, her body was starting to shake, and she felt the tears stinging her eyes. But nipped that in the bud quickly, swallowing it all down. She then ran a hand through her curly locks and stood to her feet. If she was telling people that she was fine, she needed to show it.

Lena awoke the next morning, back at Jax's house. Of course, like always, he wasn't there. When she rolled over, to check her phone, charging on the nightstand, she read the text he'd sent her just after he left. He was requesting that she'd meet him at the hospital later on today so they could be there when Abel officially gets out of his incubator.

Lena sat on the edge of the bed and read the text over and over again. She had contemplated not going. This was definitely going to be hard for her since her emotions were all over the place, and she knew that Abel shouldn't be exposed to that. It wasn't fair to him. But she just decided to fight against it. She needed to. Abel didn't deserve her abandonment. That also wasn't fair to him. It wasn't that innocent baby's fault that she had lost her own. Going to see him is what she needed.

After getting dressed, Lena had made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she rummaged through the mess of the cabinets for sugar, something immediately caught her attention. Her brows furrowed, as her fingers brushed against the smooth surface. She wrapped her hand around the thin neck, pulled it out of the cabinet, and finally into her line of vision. Swallowing thickly, she stared at the clear, swishing liquid in the glass bottle, while it stared tauntingly back at her.

Lena figured this must have been left behind from Wendy's secret stash that had been overlooked. She immediately thought about just shoving the bottle right back behind the other crap in the cabinet she got it from and not even think about it. But the ache in her chest caused her to realize how much it was calling out to her to numb her pain.

Without any further thought, Lena dumped her coffee and cup into the sink and grabbed a clean glass from the dishrack instead. Pouring herself a generous amount, she didn't hesitate to swallow the entire thing, feeling the immediate burn as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. When the burning stopped, she went to pour herself another glass full, but was disappointed to find the bottle now empty.

Feeling the ache in chest growing and the guilt resonating in the pit of her stomach, Lena released a deep, mournful sigh. She then tossed the bottle and the glass into the sink, causing them both to nearly shatter. With a shaky hand, she ran it across her sleek ponytail in frustration.

What the hell was going on with me? Lena thought to herself.

After a few moments of trying to catch her bearings, Lena had calmed herself down as much as possible, before grabbing her things and heading out of the house.

Lena pulled her Mustang into the empty visitor's spot in the parking lot at St Thomas. She immediately turned the engine off and made a quick check of herself in the mirror, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She quickly dabbed some extra concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles and then made a few swipes of gloss across her full, plump lips. Shoving the items back into her purse, which had been sitting open in the passenger's seat, her eyes landed on something that was lying inside the bag, mocking her. She hesitated, before reaching over and yanking the small, clear object from its confinements.

Lena swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, looking down at the bottle currently in her hands. She hated herself for even having this in her possession, but it was like she wasn't in control of herself when she made a quick stop at the liquor store to pick up the one thing that was starting to help her mask the pain currently clenching in her gut.

Quickly unscrewing the cap, Lena placed the tip of the bottle to her and tipped the bottle back, taking a few desperate swallows. This time she barely even flinched as the clear liquid burned the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she twisted the cap back on and shoved the bottle back into her purse.

Lena nearly stumbled out of her car, her equilibrium already a bit compromised. She instantly pulled herself together, wiping the invisible dust from her jeans and resituated the strap of her purse on her shoulder, before making her way into the hospital. She immediately headed toward the NICU, a place that was all too familiar to her now.

Lena had just made it to Abel's room, peeking through the window. She expected to either see Jax or Gemma already inside with the infant, but her heart dropped at the sight before her. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she began to feel bile rising up her throat as she watched Jax's ex happily cradling Abel in her arms.

But this ex wasn't Tara.

"Wendy," Lena choked.

The last time Lena had seen Wendy, she was lying unconscious on Jax's kitchen floor. Wendy was drugged up and strung out. Now, this Wendy looked like a completely different person. She looked happy and healthy and ready to be a mother to Abel.

"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too."

A voice came up behind Lena, startling her. When she turned around, she found Tara, dressed in her white lab coat, approaching her cautiously. It had been less than 24 hours since Lena kicked the good doctor out of the clubhouse, so the tension was still thick between the women. Lena certainly didn't have the time to deal with this ex of her Old Man, but she knew she couldn't have Tara physically removed from here as this was Tara's territory.

Lena rolled eyes, muttering to herself. "Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn trifecta." She then turned back to peer at Wendy, who excitedly bounced Abel in her arms. The jealousy was starting to course through her system. "I thought I told you to stay away from me?"

The good doctor let out a deep sigh, having the actual nerve to come and stand next to Lena at the window. "This is a hospital, Lena. I'm actually employed to be here. And despite what you want, I'm still Abel's doctor." She told her, but kept her attention on Wendy herself.

Lena swallowed thickly, folding her arms across her chest. She was starting to get the itch for that bottle in her purse. She hated this. She really fucking hated this.

Things went quiet between the two women, before Tara cleared her throat, breaking their silence. "Look, maybe you and I should talk about the things you said to me yesterday. I kind of just want to clear the air."

Lena scoffed in irritation, whipping around to face Tara. "No, we don't actually. The air is completely clear with us. I meant everything that I said to you, Tara. I'm done here."

Tara eyed Lena warily, her eyes narrowing directly on Jax's Old Lady. "Have you been drinking this morning?"

Lena let out a small, frustrated groan. She knew she should have just walked away and waited for Jax, but she let herself be baited by Tara. "And why exactly would you say that?"

Tara took another half step toward Lena, holding her clipboard closer to her body. "Well, your speech is a bit slurred. Your eyes are glassy. Pupils dilated. And you smell like a brewery."

Lena pursed her lips together, really not wanting to hear anymore of what Tara was trying to accuse her of. Yes, she had a little bit to drink, but she was a fucking adult going through a lot right now. If she wanted to take the edge off, who was Tara to tell her otherwise. She didn't have to answer to anyone. Especially not Tara. "Look, what I do or don't do is none of your fucking business, alright?"

Tara stood a step back in surprise at Lena's anger. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but it still caught her off guard. "Oh, I beg to differ, Lena. You're in a hospital, surrounded by small, sick children. It is my job and my business to make sure that nothing happens to them. Maybe you should sober up, before I let you in there to see Abel."

"Let me?" Lena exclaimed at whatever audacity Tara had just thrown at her. "Oh, honey, you don't run anything around here. Especially not with me. If I want to see Abel, I have every right to. I've been here almost every fucking day since he was born. I am just as much his parent as Jax or Wendy."

Tara shook her head dismissively, walking back up to Lena. "Look, I know that losing your baby was hard on you, but maybe you need to think about things –slow down, before you really hurt yourself, Abel, or even Jax."

Lena went to open her mouth, but was cut off by Jax now approaching them. "Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, flitting his blue eyes between his ex-girlfriend and his Old Lady, sensing the tension coming from them.

The few members of SAMCRO that had arrived along with their VP, followed right behind him. They had stopped shortly when they noticed the two women standing at odds with each other in front of Abel's hospital room. They knew that it wasn't their place to interfere and to just let Jax handle it himself.

Before Lena could tell Jax that everything was fine, Tara, inconveniently, was the first to speak. "Maybe you should ask your girlfriend how much she's had to drink today." She sneered, turning on her heels and walked away, pretending to ignore Bobby, Chibs, and Happy on her way down the hall.

Jax watched Tara disappear, before looking down at Lena, who looked beyond irritated. "The hell is she talking about?"

Lena folded her arms back across her chest, looking down at her shuffling feet. "She's just being a paranoid bitch, Jax. I'm fine."

"Hey," Jax reached out to grab her face in his hands, and she finally looked up at him, "have you been drinking today, Lee?"

Lena threw a humorless laugh Jax's way and pulled back from his grip. Of course he would believe Tara over her. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take off. I know when I'm not needed."

As Lena turned to walk away from her Old Man, he immediately stopped her by gently grabbing her elbow and gently pulling her back toward him. "Lee, you gotta tell me what's going on here. I'm really worried about you."

Lena sighed heavily, turning back to fully face Jax and feeling the tears burning the back of her eyes. "Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. I just lost your baby, Jax. In which, I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't really give a rat's ass about. Your exes just keep popping up like mole rats, and I'm unsure of how I should be feeling. So, I'm just not even going to bother anymore. I'm gonna let you and Wendy have the time you deserve with your son. I...I just need some space." She told him, and this time she was able to turn to walk away, while ignoring the fact that he was calling out to her.

The moment Lena hit the front steps of the hospital, her heart beat angrily in her chest, and she felt the overwhelming urge to retrieve that bottle from her purse. She immediately thought better of it when she was approached by yet another unwelcomed face.

"And this day just got worse." Lena muttered to herself, before looking over at that unwelcomed face. "Is this what you ATF freaks do in your spare time? Lurk outside of hospitals?"

Federal Agent June Stahl chuckled sarcastically, striding her way up to the stairs, her FBI badge gleaming underneath the California sun, against her thin hip. "I guess you are referring to my former colleague, Agent Josh Kohn." The Agent stood intimidatingly in front of Lena. "Which, by the way, he never made it back to Chicago. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?"

Lena knew this woman had been in town long before Tara's little friend, Kohn, had shown his face, as the skinny bitch had been going around harassing other Old Ladies . Lena knew it was a matter of time before she was next. Agent Stahl was one of the many unsuccessful feds to come and leave with nothing on SAMCRO. But this time, Lena knew this heffa was back and more determined than ever to take Clay and Jax down.

Lena raised a perfectly arched brow, knowing that if Kohn was forced to leave town, but never made it, Jax definitely had something to do with it. Her Old Man was also determined to make the ATF piece of shit pay for what he did to them. But of course, Lena wasn't going to let Stahl know of her suspicions. She wasn't a rat.

"No," Lena shook her head, "but if anything did happen to that creep, I doubt anyone would miss him. So, good fucking riddance." She stated, trying to walk away.

Agent Stahl immediately stopped Lena, grabbing onto her upper arm. "No need to go anywhere, Miss Daniels. I think you and I should have a little chat."

Lena looked down at Agent Stahl's grip on her arm, similar to when Kohn grabbed her. She quickly snatched herself out of Stahl's hold. "Well, that sucks for you, Agent, because I'm not really in a chatty mood today. Especially with you."

Agent Stahl, again, stood in front of Lena, glaring at her. "Oh, you thought that was an option? I don't think so, sweetheart. You're gonna come down to the station with me, and you and I are gonna have ourselves a nice, long talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you." Lena spat bitterly. "Now, unless you have a warrant, I need to be on my way."

As Lena sidestepped Stahl, she hadn't realized the ATF Agent had spied something suspiciously hanging out of her purse.

"Uh, Miss Daniels," Stahl called out to Lena, causing the young woman to turn around, annoyed, "what's this?" She teasingly tipped over the half drank bottle of vodka that was supposed to have been at the bottom of Lena's bag. "An open container, in what I'm assuming will be in your car. That's kind of illegal. Maybe I should test your blood alcohol level and arrest you with the intent to drive under the influence."

Lena swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, clutching her purse closer to her body. She was fucking screwed. "What do you want from me?"

Agent Stahl smirked at getting her way once again. "A moment of your time. And this," she eyed the bottle again, "this goes away. The decision is yours."

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acewritesfics · 8 months ago

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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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garbinge · 2 years ago

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Riding With Angels

Jax Teller x F!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 4.1k words

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

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

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

“When’s daddy coming home?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you?” You subtly snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your kids?” Gemma smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Jax Teller #jax teller fanfic #jax teller x reader #Jackson Teller #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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charminggirl512 · 2 years ago

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road rule // jax teller x oc

Jax Teller x F!OC (Dolly Dawson)

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking and drug use, mentions of sex, angst

Word Count: 979

The party around us swells as even more people walk through the doors of the clubhouse. A year ago, I would never have been caught dead at a motorcycle club and now I was perched on the lap of the vice president of one. Jax's hand caresses up and down my leg, the goosebumps on my legs showing everyone how much just the slightest touch from him affects me. He turns my face towards him, his beautiful smile on his lips, and places the half-smoked joint between my lips. His eyes scan down my face as I inhale, the warm thick smoke filling my lungs before I blow it right in his face to make him laugh. He uses the front of my dress to pull me towards him, our teeth clashing together before our lips do.

"I'm empty. Do you want another one, baby," I ask against his lips when I will myself to pull away.

"That would be great. Thank you, darlin'." He pats my butt when I stand up in front of him and I flash him a smile as I walk over to the bar. They gave Kip the night off for once so a croweater that I don't recognize is behind the bar.

"Just a beer and a Jack and coke. Thanks," I tell her and she starts getting our drinks. As she's making them, I overhear two other croweaters talking and decide to be nosy and listen.

"What is up with Gemma tonight? She has been pissy all night," One of them says before taking a sip of her drink. I've seen her around Tig before which makes me question her taste a bit.

"You didn't hear? One of Clay's road girls showed up here, so she's super pissed that he broke the road rule. That's like the cardinal rule of biker life." I contemplate asking her what the hell the road rule is when my drinks are set in front of me.

I saunter back over to Jax, but instead of sitting back on his lap, I hand him his drink and grab his hand to lead him outside. We pass a bunch of people and we both smile and wave until we reach the picnic tables and I make him sit down.

"What's going on, Doll?"

"What's the road rule?" His eyes go wide and his mouth stays shut. "Jax."

"It's nothin' you need to worry about, darlin'. Let's go back inside and I'll let you kick my ass at pool." He stands up again and places his hand on my hip to try and lead me away. I push it off and then push him back towards the picnic table.

"We're not going anywhere until you tell me what the road rule is, Jackson Teller." He rolls his eyes at me using his full name, which instantly sets me off. "I'm trying really hard to be a cool biker babe for you, Jax, but I'm about to go suburban housewife on your ass if you don't start talking."

"What happens on the road stays on the road." He seems to be looking anywhere but at me and my blood runs cold.

"As in..."

"Yes."

I pace back and forth in front of him, my mind moving at a mile a minute. The fact that he was so hesitant to tell me makes me want to peel my skin off. Did he think this rule applied to our relationship? On the nights when I slept alone in our bed, was he on the road fucking a random girl? Was him telling me that he missed me while he was gone just a lie to avoid an actual discussion of what he did with other women? I feel like an idiot. I'm so ignorant to so many parts of this life and the thought of that making it easier for Jax...

"Dolly," He starts but I cut him off.

"How many? I just need to know so I can decide how quickly I need to leave you."

"What are you talking about? Baby, just calm down," He says and the panic that seeps into his eyes is oddly reassuring.

"God, I'm not that much of an idiot. How many women have you fucked using the road rule? Usually, if you're going to use a rule to make decisions in your relationship, it's polite to tell the other person in the relationship."

"Zero."

"At least be honest with me."

"I am. None. I haven't touched another woman since the day I met you, Dolly, and I don't plan on it." This time when he touches my hips, I let him. He pulls me so that our chests are pressed together and uses my chin to make me look him in the eyes. "I told you that you didn't need to worry about the road rule because it doesn't apply to us. Why would I go somewhere else to get something that you do so well for me? Maybe I should take you home and remind you who the only woman I like to fuck is."

I blush and bury my face in his chest, which makes him laugh and pull me closer. His hands slide up and down my back before burying themselves in my hair, using it to guide my lips to his. He's gentle at first, soft kisses that seem completely innocent. They quickly turn dirty when he bites my bottom lip and slides his tongue into my mouth at the same time that one of his hands squeezes my ass.

"Prettiest girl in the whole world," He mumbles against my lips. "My little Barbie, my angel girl who fucks her man so good. Love you more than anything else."

"Okay, but just to be clear, if you ever cheat on me, I will castrate you and take our son when I leave."

"Wouldn't expect anything less."

#jax teller #charlie hunnam #sons of anarchy #soa #jax teller fanfiction #tig trager #gemma teller #clay morrow #jackson teller

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year ago

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Mine Now| Jax Teller

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word count 3k

Mine, Now

Summary: Ryder didn’t even want to attend the homecoming dance, it wasn’t her, but thanks to her best friend Holly and her ex-boyfriend David Hale who later ends up ditching her, she agrees to go only to be stood up. Worried about her well-being Luanne calls Jax who comes to the house and they finally admit those feelings for each other.

Rated T for language

*mentions of smut*

*This is conveying some of the thoughts I have had in the past about myself and my place in everything.

***

Homecoming was the first dance of the school year, and while it was at the top of most girls’ lists it wasn’t even on Ryder Winston’s radar. Maybe it was because she was a tomboy that would rather play with tools and grease than dress up in a pretty dress and get her hair and makeup done.

Or maybe it was because she was the daughter and the sister of members of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club and most residents of Charming were leery of the group and its doings. Or maybe it was because she just didn’t care but still agreed and agreed to go shopping with Gemma and Luanne who always jumped at the chance to dress up Ryder.

“Come on Ry, this is going to be fun,” Luanne commented as she pulled another brightly colored dress off of the rack and held it up to Ryder’s body causing her to push it down while pulling a face. Ryder rarely wore bright colors, it was black, white, denim blue, and gray. Like a good future old lady should.

“As much fun as going to the dentist and getting a tooth pulled.” “If you didn’t want to go, why did you agree?” “Have you tried to say no to your best friend?”

“And ex-boyfriend?” Gemma threw in, she was curious about what happened, but thanks to her son and his best friend she wasn’t able to question her until now, “Are you going with David just to piss off Jax?”

Ryder rolled her eyes and turned the rack of dresses.

“This has nothing to do with Jax, Gem. I am never gonna be anything more than Opie’s little sister. And it doesn’t have anything to do with David either. If anything he is trying to prove a point to his dad, that he isn’t going to fall in line and hate us because they do. Or he is just using me to get Tara back? I am not the greatest catch.”

Since the first breakup with David happened Ryder had become more self-aware and self dissipating. And it worried Gemma that she was like this. She was 17 years old, she didn’t need to be like that. “Don’t say that sweetie.” Luanne started, “You are a great catch. People are just idiots.”

Ryder rolled her eyes and pulled a dress off the rack, she knew that she wasn’t a catch. She was the daughter of a war vet and a member of a motorcycle club and had served time in jail and her older brother Opie was following in his footsteps. And she, herself didn’t have much to offer and she knew that she was subpar at best. And why would Jackson Teller want someone like that? When he could have Tara Knowles? She had thought she had gotten over her crush on Jax, but she hadn’t. But she would never say that out loud especially to Gemma and Luanne.

They were her biggest cheerleaders and supporters and if they heard those thoughts, there would be hell to pay. And if Gemma found out about the crush she would do everything she could get them together.

Instead, Ryder kept her mouth shut and pulled several black dresses off of the rack, “I will be trying these on.”

3 days later

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry,” Gemma said reaching to touch the back of Ryder’s shoulder, the girl jerked it away and shook her head. They had been waiting for well over an hour for David to come and pick her up from the Teller-Morrow house and he hadn’t shown up.

“Don’t be.” Ryder returned, reaching up and undoing the diamond-dangling earrings she had been wearing, “I knew it was going to happen. Why date the daughter of an outlaw? When you can be with someone that’s going to be a doctor? That looks a lot better in the political circle.”

She dropped the earrings on the side table before undoing the matching necklace.

“What’s so great about me?”

Luanne, who had been standing in the doorway, took steps back and picked up the cordless phone to call the clubhouse.

There were only three people who could talk her down from this ledge she was on. One was her older brother Opie, two was Jax, and three was her old man Otto.

“What do I have to offer Gem huh?” Her trembling fingers were already pulling at the bobby pins that were holding her hair up.

“My own fucking mother didn’t want me. She left me here. Why am I even still alive? There’s no point. Piney has crow eaters, and Opie has Donna. No one needs me.”

“I do.” Jax’s voice said from the doorway, he had broken all the speed limits to get from the clubhouse to his mom’s house. Ryder turned on her heel and looked at him, the tears sliding down her cheeks. He crossed the room and pulled her into him, his free hand wiping some of the tears away and ruining the makeup that Luanne had spent hours on getting perfect. At this point Luanne didn’t care that all her hard work was going down the drain, she just wanted Ryder to be better.

Looking at Gemma, she knew that she too was feeling the immense guilt of not seeing that Ryder had been struggling ever since Mary left. She had put on a hell of a show for them even though 90% of the time they would see right through it and call her on her bullshit. Now was not that time.

“No, you don’t Jackson, as soon as Tara is back to being available you will be right back to circling her like a little puppy wanting to mark its territory.”

Instead of getting angry as he would have in the past, he pulled her closer to him, his hand bunching in the material of her dress.

“You have never been so dead wrong in your life Ryder. I started dating Tara because I was jealous that you were dating Hale.”

“You? Were jealous because I had a boyfriend?”

Through the tears, there was surprise in her voice, and in her eyes “I thought you thought of me as Opie’s little sister.’ He laughed, “I never thought that.”

Sensing that this was going to be a very private moment between the two and they didn’t need an audience, both Luanne and Gemma left the two alone, going to the kitchen and hiding just out of sight. “You didn’t?” Jax shook his head, the familiar cocky smirk forming on his face. “Don’t play with me, Jackson Teller.” She warned tapping his chest with her hand in warning. He laughed lowly before lowering his mouth onto hers.

Once he pulled back, Ryder laughed breathlessly, her fingers clenching his kutte, “Well I guess that changes things.”

The Next Morning

Ryder blinked her eyes open, her head felt heavy and her hazel eyes were burning with the effort of being open.

“What the hell happened last night?” She muttered to herself, she vaguely remembered being stood up for the homecoming dance and Jax coming to be with her but everything after that was kind of blurry.

Carefully she lifted her head up and looked around the room she was in, it was her bedroom at Gemma’s house. A room she had insisted that she had before Mary pulled the disappearing act on them, the black dress she had on was left in a pile on the floor by the door, followed by the black lace strapless bra and thong and baggy blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather kutte.

Panicked she went to sit up but couldn’t, she twisted her head quickly and her eyes landed on Jackson Teller, his head was resting next to where hers used to be and his arm was holding her close to his chest.

“Go back to sleep Darlin’.” Jax’s voice came sleep-filled, his arm tightening on her waist, “Ma will wake us up when it’s time to get up.” Ryder nodded her head and let him pull her closer to him. The heaviness in her heart was missing. But maybe this was what she was missing. Jax. Maybe she was meant to be his old lady and she was just putting it off because she didn’t want to become like Gemma or Luanne or even worse her mother.

And that thought scared her more than anything

***

Teller Morrow Auto Shop

***

“What happened?” Holly Oswald asked as she threw open her car door and stormed over to where Ryder was holding a clipboard and going over the repo list with her brother, Jax, and Chibs later that afternoon. She and Gemma had come in after Opie and Piney threatened to kill Jax if he hurt Ryder. Either one of them had planned to tell the others yet about whatever this was but Clay wanting to cause more issues opened his mouth and told them what he had seen that morning.

“You never showed up, and David came in with Tara.” “There’s ya answer lass,” Chibs answered, they had all gotten the download from Jax when the man showed back up at the garage plus what they had heard from Clay made them want to be more overprotective of her.

“He stood Ryder up. Jackie boy had to go comfort her.”

“He said.” Holly started feeling worse than she had after she found out. She and Audrey both agreed that Ryder stood him up and that David was right to take Tara instead.

“That’s your first mistake Holls.” Ryder said handing the paperwork to Chibs, “Believing the bullshit lies that David obviously told you and Audrey about wanting me back. I was the fool that got stood up, and it’s not gonna happen again.”

The dark-haired teen nodded her head watching her friend and Jax together, something had changed but she wasn’t sure what it was. “No! Shut up! Ryder!” “What?” She asked innocently as Jax pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered a few quiet words to her, causing her first to blush and then shiver.

“What happened?” She motioned between the two. Ryder shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t kiss and tell.” The girl looked thoughtful before piecing it together. “It’s about goddamn time.”

The following Monday morning, Jax pulled his bike in front of the school next to Opie’s bike and looked back at Ryder who had just slid off of the bike and was undoing his spare helmet. “What?” She questioned with a small smirk pulling on her lips. “Nothin’.’ He returned with his own smirk pulling her to him by his baggy hoodie she had thrown on over her clothes.

“Sure, nothin.” She returned as she raised herself up on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Oh come on,” Opie complained, leaning against his bike, Donna, his girlfriend, was standing next to him, excitement in her brown eyes. She had gotten a quick version of what happened that weekend the following day at the clubhouse but she wanted the whole dirty version of it. Except for Ryder wouldn’t give it not with Opie being around.

“What?” The younger Winston returned glancing over her shoulder at her older brother, “Now you know how I felt seeing you and Donna together.” Opie rolled his eyes, he and his dad had given Jax the talk about not hurting Ryder the way that David had hurt her. Even though Jax was his best friend, Ryder was his little sister and he would do anything for her.

Even beat the shit out of his best friend.

“Come Ry, we got to go in,” Donna said, there were students starting to go into the building. Ryder nodded her head and finished removing the helmet followed by the hoodie. Jax waved it off when she tried to hand it back to him. “Keep it.”

According to Piney’s rules, they had to wait at least until she was out of high school for him to mark her, and sending her with his hoodie and dropping and picking her up from school every day was the best way he could show that she was his.

“See you after school?” She questioned as she pushed her heavy red hair off of her shoulders, having freed it from the ponytail holder.

“Yeah.” He returned his focus as well as Opie’s on David Hale who was walking down the sidewalk with Tara Knowles on his arm. “Ope, don’t,” Donna warned, they had been equally as furious when they found out that David had stood her up.

“Donna.’

“It’s not worth it.” Ryder spoke as she raised herself up on her toes again and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jax’s mouth, “They aren’t worth it.” She went to move away from Jax but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him and kissed her deeply.

“See you later.” He grinned as she whined and stepped back, a pout forming on her mouth. Holly, annoyed, took steps off of the curb and grasped her forearm. “Come on hussy, we have to go to class.’ Ryder nodded her head and let her friend lead her away.

Tara was absolutely furious when she had seen the two together, she had thought that she was going to be the only one for him and that he would always be waiting for her to come back around to him. But seeing them together made her angry, made her want to lash out at Ryder.

And that’s exactly what she was going to do.

Ryder wasn’t hard to find in the locker room, they had gym class together and the women’s locker room was the one place she could get to Ryder without David being around to pull her away.

“Ryder, we need to talk.” She demanded going three rows downs to where she could hear Donna, Ryder, Audrey, and Holly talking.

The redhead already had her gym shorts on and was pulling on the white t-shirt that had the property of Charming High stamped across the chest. She could see the red marks that darted along the collarbone and the swell of her breasts, and dark hickies.

“What do you want Tara?” Ryder questioned, already bored with the situation, she was finally happy, and having to deal with Tara was going to bring that down and she wasn’t ready for it.

“Jax is mine and the sooner you realize that the better off we will all be.”

“This is how I see it.” The tall redhead girl commented as she pulled the shirt down and fussed with it to make it straight, “Jackson made his choice. Me. And I am with him until he doesn’t want me anymore and speaking from this weekend, that is never gonna happen.” Tara went to say something but was stopped by Ryder holding her hand up, “If you try to fuck this up Tara, there will be no one that will be able to find your body.” “The club doesn’t kill women or innocents.” She started causing Holly, Audrey, and Donna to laugh. “Who said anything about the club sweetheart? Old ladies and royalty like myself,” Ryder smirked as she pushed back her hair, “don’t have the same rules about who we can take out.”

Tara took a step back surprised, Ryder, at times could be the polar opposite of what Gemma was but this was all Gemma Teller. “And they will never find your body,” Holly added with her own smirk, she had learned where there’s a will, there’s a way, and in this case, there’s always going to be a way.

David Hale was already outside of the building when Jax and Opie parked their bikes, and he took steps toward them. The rumors of Ryder Winston and Jax Teller being together had been running rampant around the school and even though he had hurt Ryder beyond words, it felt like it was his duty to say something to him.

Even if he picked Tara over Ryder.

“Hale,” Opie commented lowly as he hung his helmet up on the handlebar, his eyes going first to the school looking for Donna and his sister then back to the boy standing in front of him. Jax’s left hand which was hanging to the side tightened into a fist. “You need to leave now.” He ordered as he got off his bike, he wouldn’t cause a massive scene at school, not when this thing with Ryder was so fresh. “I just want to talk about Ryder is all.” Hale held up both of his hands in surrender. The two men exchanged a look before they both started laughing, “Ryder isn’t any of your business anymore.”

“She is mine and I won’t make the same mistakes you made with her.” Hale tightened his jaw up so they didn’t see it drop in surprise. “You say that now Jackson but how long can you actually stay faithful to a girl? At least I tried. You will drop her as soon as another piece of pussy comes along. You did it with Tara and you will do it with Ryder. It’s only a matter of time.” Jax had caught sight of Ryder coming out of the school with Donna and their two friends and smirked, “Yeah we will see about that. I got her now, and I am not letting her go.”

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thankful part 1

Jax’s POV

“You know Halloween’s come and gone, right?” I said with a grin as I flopped onto the sofa next to Amber. We were both on Thanksgiving break, enjoying some well-deserved downtime.

Amber giggled, her eyes sparkling, “Yes, I do. It was the end of Casper.”

I leaned in closer, planting a playful kiss on her hand. “Well then, Amber, ask your silly question.”

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, “Can I keep you?”

I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, “Of course you can, as long as I can keep you too.” I smirked down at her and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Amber shifted a bit, snuggling closer to me. “Deal.”

“So, I swung by to invite you and your parents to Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. Gemma told me I should invite the whole family, which I was going to do, but you know me—always waitin’ til the last minute for things.”

A warm smile spread across her face. “I’ll definitely do that,” she replied, resting her head on my lap as we watched the end of the movie.

She couldn’t resist teasing, “So, I’ve got to ask, do the boys think I’ve stolen you away this week?”

I chuckled, gently running my finger over her cheek. “No, they haven’t.” One thing I loved about Amber was her understanding that I had a life outside of our relationship. She wasn’t the type to be possessive or jealous, and I admired that.

Amber’s POV

It was finally turkey day, and Gemma had prepared a feast with all the fixins’. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated around the huge table. There was Bobby, Tig, Piney, and Opie. Opie mentioned that Donna would be joining us later since her family was in town.

“Alright, here’s the lowdown, folks. We’ve got turkey, the star of the show, cooked to perfection by Gemma. Then, there’s creamy mashed potatoes, stuffing that’s to die for, a medley of roasted veggies, and don’t forget the cranberry sauce –“

“Mm. Cranberry sauce,” Tig drolled a little, “ I like it cuz’ it’s sweet and tangy, like us.”

“And to top it off, we’ve got pies, pumpkin, and pecan because why settle for one when you can have both?” I added.

“I 100 percent agree with that logic, son,” Piney joked. I could see the reflection of the pie in his eyes.

“Alright, gang, dig in, and let’s celebrate this day the only way we know how – with good food and great company.”

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Teller?” my mom asked, wearing a warm smile.

Gemma laughed, “Please, call me Gemma. And no, sweetie, you just sit back and enjoy the food.”

Piney raised his glass in a toast, his gruff voice cutting through the chatter.

“To family, friends, a damn fine turkey, and both kinds of pie,” he declared, and everyone clinked their glasses.

Laughter filled the room again as they dug into their Thanksgiving feast and in the midst of their brotherly banter,

I couldn’t help but smile as Jax grabbed my hand under the table.

“This food is wonderful, Gemma; thank you,” my parents said, smiling.

“Yeah, Mom, you did good with the turkey,” Jax chimed in, his mouth full.

“I know, but thank you, baby,” she replied with a snarky grin.

Many years later

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched Thomas, our little troublemaker, attempt to steal some turkey off Jax’s plate. Despite Jax not being part of the club anymore, we still came together for Thanksgiving.

“Tell Daddy, say ‘turkey,’” I coaxed, a mischievous smile on my face.

“Key,” he beamed at his daddy.

“Turkey,” Jax smiled, slowly repeating it back to him and piling more meat onto our son’s plate.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Jax smiled, leaning in to kiss our son’s head.

I turned my attention to Mary, our sweet girl, and asked, “How are you doing lovebug? Need anything?” I leaned over the table to see her.

“I’m good, Mama,” she replied, grinning through a mouthful of food.

Nero and Clay were sitting at the same table, something I never thought I’d see.

“Here’s to family,” Nero announced, holding his glass above his head.

“A dysfunctional family,” Clay added.

“Hey, a dysfunctional family is still a family,” Jax quipped.

Clay nodded and smirked, “This is true.”

“Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Mary asked, her curious blue eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah, Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Tig chimed in with a chuckle.

Jax paused and flashed a nervous glance around the room, but all eyes were on him. “Well, um—kiddo, a dysfunctional family is like a bag of mixed nuts. Some of them are a little nutty, some are a bit cracked, and a few are just plain nuts, but when you put ’em all together, you get one crazy, unforgettable bunch of nuts that love each other no matter what.”

“Oh,” Mary thought for a moment, “So, Uncle Tiggy is one of the nutty ones?”

Everyone laughed, even Tig. “Yeah, that’s a fair assumption,” he added.

Later that night, we all snuggled up in bed after a little smoke and sandwich. Jax turned to me, holding me close, and asked, “Humor me.”

I nodded, looking up at him.

“I know your birthday is still a few months away, but it’s your 40th...”

I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, “As of right now, I’m okay, Jax. I’m not upset, and I promise if I am, I’ll tell you.”

“You better,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “And the other reason I’m asking is Donna and Ma are already asking what you might want. I told them something small, no need for some big production.”

“Yeah, I—” I paused.

“What is it, babe?” Jax asked.

“What’s bugging me already is my parents being gone. How in the world has it been ten years already?” I sighed.

“I think that’s what made it so bad. I turned 30, still trying to wrap my head around it, and then, bam, I lost not one but both my parents, not even a month later. And you were right there,” I chuckled, “I wasn’t alone. I had you and Gem, but I felt like I was. I had no family all of a sudden, and it was like, ‘How in the hell am I going to take care of myself?’ So I did what I do best, buried it in my gut, and didn’t deal with it until it all caught up with me.”

Jax interjected, “And watching you go through that wasn’t easy either. I felt helpless.”

“This time, it’s different. I know I’m not alone. I have a family, two little ones running around, and I have a job. So turning 40 isn’t going to be as bad as 30 was, I promise,” I reassured him, looking up at my husband.

“Babe, I promise that the minute I feel my depression start to creep up on me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Jax nodded, “We’ve got this, babe. We’re in this together, no matter what.”

I smiled, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders. “And if all else fails, I’ll just start a biker club of retirees and call ourselves ‘The Sons of Arthritis.’ You can be my Vice President.”

Jax burst into laughter, “Sons of Arthritis? You might be onto something there. But only if we get matching golden leather jackets.”

“I was thinking pink with glitter,” I peered from the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction as if I were legitimately pitching the idea.

“Pink glitter, huh?” He chirped, “As VP, I’m going to have to call that to a vote at the next meeting.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he gave me a humorous stare, “Because if I’m going to have a pink glitter bike, I definitely don’t want my cut clashing with my ride.”

We both laughed, imagining a future where we were still rebels at heart, even in our golden years. No matter what lay ahead, our unbreakable bond would surely guide us through.

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■ Gunslinger ■ Ch. 5

✶ Jax Teller/OC multi-chapter story ✶

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(TW: Mentions of rape, physical abuse)

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My eyes shot up once I felt the weight fall onto my body – his gloved hand slapping onto my mouth in order to keep me silent. The shadow from the streetlight giving the room enough glow to see the man’s features. I tried to scream, hit, and kick – only making the man more furious. With each blow that came from his fist, my willpower shrank more and more. I could feel his hand run down my body, pulling at my flannel shorts and underwear. His voice was that of a young man – somewhere in his early 20s – sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. His lips forcing themselves onto my body as I laid there, tears pouring from my eyes. The last time this happened was the night I left Alabama. I told myself that I would never let someone put me through a situation like this. Yet, I was powerless. His assailant stood off to the side, a gun pointed to my head as his partner raped me. I recognized the gun toting man right away – he was there the night Georgie stopped me in the parking lot.

“Carter – sweetheart – you need to tell us who did this to you.”

I watched as Jax paced the wooden floor behind Wayne – his ringed fingers threading through his hair. Unser arrived about 30 minutes before Jax – his eyes widening once he saw me on Tig’s couch. “I don’t know.” I muttered.

Unser let out a sigh, “Anything, darling. Can you tell me anything – maybe what they were wearing, if they had any ink that you could recognize, anything at all?” Tears fell as I shook my head.

What was the use of saying anything. The worst thing that could happen is that they would be arrested and then bailed out within hours due to lack of evidence. I already refused to go to the hospital. I wasn’t going to have the staff at St. Thomas look at me with pity and then even question if I’m telling the truth. I fucked people on film for a living – the damage inside of me had been done a long time of ago. Plus, I sat in the shower for over an hour before attempting to drive to Tig’s. As soon as I knew they were gone – I locked myself in the bathroom – tearing my clothes off and stepping under the scalding water. I’d already been through the whole rape kit exam – I didn’t want to go through the process again. I was supposed to be strong – I made myself out to be this strong woman, a bitch at times. I did this so people wouldn’t mess with me or my child.

I watched as Unser spoke with Jax, their eyes glancing towards me at times. I felt like a lion in a cage. Everyone kept looking at me, asking if I was okay. I would say that I was fine – breaking down seconds later. I knew they all meant well but I wasn’t fine. I was putting on a front that kept falling after every response. Georgie Caruso had broken me…

I spent the night and the next couple days at Tig’s house – too afraid to go back to my own. Jax kept asking me, almost forcing me at one point to stay with him but everyone knew where Jax lived. Georgie could have his men posted outside of Jax’s house, thinking that would be the place I felt most safe. I hadn’t seen Madison since earlier that day – my heart breaking each time she asked when I was picking her up. I couldn’t have her see me looking the way I did. No kid deserves to see their mom with their face busted and bruised. Jax had filled Gemma and Clay in on what happened – Gemma stopping by each day after dropping Maddie off at pre-school. I had become a hermit at this point – I showered 3-4 times a day, scrubbing my skin until it was raw. I could still feel his hands and lips on my skin – the contents of my stomach coming up each time I thought about it. I wasn’t eating. Each noise scared me. Luann was blowing up my phone but I couldn’t have her seeing me this way either. Georgie not only broke my soul but he took away my livelihood. Sure, I had sex with people on screen for a living, but I couldn’t stand someone touching me now.

“Baby, you have to eat.” Gemma pushed the bowel closer to the edge of the table.

I sat curled into Tig’s couch, only moving when I needed to use the bathroom. Gemma had shown up, receiving a call from Tig asking her to make sure I was okay so he could help Jax with some things. Jax had remained distant. My built-up anger going head-to-head with his rage a couple nights ago. He had shown up before Tig was back, trying to get me to tell him anything. I shied away at first but I became angrier the more he pressed. Minutes later we were at each other’s throats, words that we surely didn’t mean being thrown at one another. Even though he was the club’s VP, Tig basically threw him out of the house. I could hear Jax’s anger through the windows as he vented.

“I’m not hungry, Gemma.”

She sat there for a moment before hastily taking the bowel away, her heels clicking against the wood. I flinched at the sound of the ceramic cracking in the sink – Gemma letting out an exhausted sigh. She took a moment to collect herself before walking back towards the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion. “Carter-“Her voice calm. “Darlin, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” I glanced at her. “You went through something that a woman should never have to go through. You have every right to be frustrated, angry, and sad. I know you and I don’t see eye-to-eye on most things, but I love and care about you, sweetheart. You remind me so much of myself but you have something that I could never have.” She slowly grabbed my head, her thumb streaking the dry skin. “You have the courage and strength to get through this. You have a gift from God – that little girl is gonna give you the strength you need. She needs her mother and we both know you need her.” I wiped away the tears that fell. “You can bounce back from this – you can show those fucking bastards that you aren’t afraid. I know it’ll be hard but you have me. You have the club and Luann. Carter, you have Jackson. Let him help you too…”

I found the courage to leave Tig’s house a few days later. My heart pounded as I got closer to my house – flashbacks of the awful night searing through my brain. I needed this though. I needed to get back to who I was before. My daughter deserved to finally be home. Gemma and Tig helped me with my bags, Tig making sure to go through the house before I entered. The house was still intact – myself being the only thing damaged. I slowly made my way into my bedroom, the clothing from that night thrown on the bedroom floor. Spots of blood shown on the carpet – left over as I hurried to the bathroom.

“You okay, darlin?” I jumped at the sound of Gemma’s voice. “Shit, I’m sorry.” I brushed it off as I stepped further into the room. The pictures of Maddie that I had sitting on the night stand were thrown on the floor – the glass busted from the beautiful frames. The bedspread and sheets were hanging off the bed, blood stained and ruined. My breathing sped up as the thoughts returned. The flashbacks telling my brain a story – the sounds of their grunts as they forced their bodies onto mine. The way they tried to sweet talk me only to turn around and say things that no woman should be told. The way they laughed as I laid there – helpless and destroyed.

“Mother fucker!” I pulled at the sheets, yanking them off the bed in a fit of rage. The lamp that sat on the nightstand was the next victim – the tiffany glass shattering as it collided with the wall. Tig’s boots stomped up the stairs as he looked on with Gemma. I took a seat on the bed, my head pooling into my hands as I cried. Maybe it was too early to be back. Maybe I needed an extra day or week before coming back here. I wouldn’t be able to look at this room – this house – the same way again. “Maybe you guys should leave.” I looked at the two. “It’s about time to pick up Maddie anyway.”

“I’m not leaving you hear alone, Carter.” Tig’s voice holding strong.

“Anita can pick her up.” Gemma spoke next. “We can’t leave you like this Carter.”

I wiped my face, a chuckle slipping past my lips. “I’ll be fine.” My eyes locking with theirs. “I’m just gonna clean up a little and make sure everything is set for when Maddie comes home.” They looked at me confused. “I’ll be okay – you guys have babysat me enough and you need to get on with your lives.”

It took them 20 minutes to finally leave – both having me assure them that I was okay before they left. I waved them goodbye before the smile I held dropped, closing the door behind me. I walked back to my room, pulling the suitcase from the closet. I took my time pulling the clothes off the hangers, emptying the drawers, folding everything as neat as possible. I made sure to grab all the important documents from the top dresser drawer before moving into Madison’s room. Her clothes joined mine, grabbing the toys she loved the most before I started loading everything into my car. I bought the house when Jax and I separated – a house for just Madison and myself. It was the cutest little house – right out of a magazine. I didn’t have to worry about neighbors or the traffic from the main road. My daughter was able to safety play in the front yard – even spending the night under the stars during the summer if the weather allowed. This home was to keep her safe but it no longer felt that way.

I gave the house a once over before reaching into my pocket – feeling the small matchstick between my fingers. I walked over to the sink, the crumpled papers staring back at me. Taking a deep breath - the stick was lit – the orange flames slowly rising.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Warnings: mentions of blood and guns

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Chapter Three

Chibs entered the Chapel and took his place at the table. It was oddly quiet, usually the boys would be messing around and such. Chibs was blaming the late hours and the fact that everyone is sleepy and tired. Clay, Jax and Juice were brought up to speed by Bobby and Tig and everyone was trying to figure out what had hapened. They had no idea who those Latinos were and the boys couldn't have a good look at them either because of the other circumstances they were in.

„What are we thinking? Mayans?“ Clay broke the silence finally. They were all tired and needed a good nights sleep on this, but neither one of the men could sleep after the events that took place. If these were Mayans, it meant war and they couldn't afford a war now.

„They didn't wear leather, Clay.“ Tig pointed out. The five men who attacked them didn't wear kuttes like the Sons did. So either they were some random bastards or they didn't wear kuttes to cover up their true identity. „They just came at us out of nowhere.“

The boys went quiet again and Chibs looked around at his brothers. Clay and Jax were still a bit confused, he could see it. Bobby was deep in thought and Juice wasn't very different than his President and Vice President. Piney wasn't present since neither of them wanted to wake up the old man. Opie was still behind bars and Chibs wasn't even sure he'd want to be part of SAMCRO after he's out. Tig was holding a gruge because they brought back Brianne for whatever reason Chibs couldn't ubderstand, but he'll cool off by tomorrow. And Chibs... well he himself wasn't sure where his thoughts were exactly. One moment he's trying to process what happened at the bar and to figure out who those men were, the other... He's thinking of the certain ginger lady who was currently lying in his bed.

It was a little detail he decided to hold on to himself. He figured Gemma would be pissed about having to potentially have to wash bloody sheets in the morning, so he brought Brianne to his room and that way, if she bleeds on the bedsheets, he'll put them to wash. It was something that was due anyway. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to figure out why he brought her to his room. He just did.

„Chibs?“ He shook his head to bring himself out of the trance and looked over at Jax. „You good, man?“ The young Teller put out his cigarette and stared at him. Chibs nodded his head and muttered an 'aye' in confirmation. „What do you think about the girl?“

He shrugged. Truly he had no idea what to think, she seemed skilled and knew her way with guns. He wondered if she would be a good addition to the Club, maybe be their helper if needed. She didn't seem to freak out about getting stabbed or bleeding or the fact that they didn't take her to the hospital. She just jumped right in when those bastards began shooting. „Seems like a good lass. Good with a gun. Brave.“

Jax seemed satisfied with the answer and looked at Clay. „You thinking what I'm thinking?“ Clay looked equally confused as the rest of the Club as they all stared at the Teller. „Let's patch her up.“ Jax just dropped a huge bomb out of no where. When Chibs thought about her being good for the Club, he meant in a way like Unser or Rosen were. Not like a member. Besides, wasn't there a rule that prohibited women from being members?

„What you're saying here is big, Jax.“ Clay began. „Unless she's secretly got a dick, that ain't happening.“ It was what the rest of the Club thought too. No one would vote her in, would they?

„Let's put it up for a vote.“ Jax turned to Bobby. „She saved your lives when she didn't have to.“ He looked at Chibs. „You said she's skilled with a gun and she's brave.“ He then turned to Tig. „And you-„ He paused for a moment. „I don't really want to know what you're thinking about her right now.“ That earned him a few chuckles around and a middle finger from Tig. „My point: she could be valuable. She already fought two men for our Club and took a knife in the leg for it. Could have died and for what? For SAMCRO. Whether or not she wanted to do it to be a hero – doesn't matter. Brianne could be a good addition.“

„Jackie boy, ye know what ye're sayin', right?“ Chibs asked him. Maybe Jackie was just as tired as they all were and wasn't thinking straight.

Jax lit up another cigarette and pulled the ashtray closer to him, seeing as he's the only one smoking right now. „I'm dead serious.“

„Jax, you know I usually respect your ideas. But this... is crazy. Bobby trails off, shaking his head.

„All I'm saying is to try. Let's give her a prospect period and see how she does.“

Everyone looked over at Clay, he was the President after all. If he decided to have a vote, they will. If not, this won't be mentioned again. Clay looked through all the faces sitting at the table, he knew a proper decision couldn't be made at this hour. Tig, Bobby and Chibs were probably on the edge of being drunk, they had been at the bar when the attack took place anyway. The rest were tired and they had a long day tomorrow so they needed to rest. „Sleep on it. I want you all to think of the pros and cons. We'll take the girl with us tomorrow and see how she handles the exchange.“ Tig went to protest about brining an outsider with them but Clay stopped him before he could even speak. „She had already seen the part of this lifestyle. If the vote goes against Jax's idea, we'll make sure she stays connected to the Club in other ways.“ With his final word, he struck down with the gavel and dropped it onto the table.

The members began getting up and leaving the chapel. Chibs watched as everyone but him and Juice. Chibs stayed at the Clubhouse more and more lately and Juice was staying at the Clubhouse temporary for a few weeks.

He and Juice walked side by side down the hallway. Chibs would take up another room for the night, not having any intention to intrude on Brianne's privacy. She wasn't like their croweaters, she was there as a thanks for helping them and for her wound to be treated. He just decided to get some clean clothes to wear. He gently opened the door and poked his head through. Brianne was lying on her back with her arm drapped over her stomach. She only had her shirt and underwear on so Chibs made sure not to stare. He approached the bed and grabbed the edge of the blanket, throwing it over her body in case she got cold during the night. Her hands were coated in her own dry blood which she didn't make any effort to wash before falling asleep. It didn't seem to bother her at all.

He approached the dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants then left them on top of her jeans. The sweatpants may be big on her but he assumed she'd much rather wear something comfortable and clean rather than tight and bloody jeans. Then he grabbed some stuff he needed for the morning and left. As he lay in bed for the next thirty minutes he wondered what his vote would be when the time comes. He wanted to respect the rules but at the same time it felt refreshing to have someone from his home country so close to him.

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Brianne jerked awake when the door opened, she quickly reached for her gun that was located on the bedside table and aimed it at the door. Juice froze at the doorstep and raised his hands in defence. „Woah!“ He chuckled. „I'm just here to ask if you were hungry, Gemma is bringing us some food and she wanted to know if you'll be joining us. And Clay wants to talk to you.“

Brianne had lowered the gun at that point and nodded slowly. „Aye, sure.“ She looked around the room and noticed it was already day as the sun shone through the small windows on top of the walls. Juice left shortly after she responed and she was once again left alone. She rubbed her eyes and carefully threw her legs over the edge of the bed. Movement hurt like hell but she wasn't going to be bed-ridden all day. Before she entered the bathroom, Brianne went to take her jeans to wear but instead she found gray sweatpants on top of them. Muttering a quick thanks to whoever put them there, even if they couldn't hear her, she grabbed the sweatpants and entered the bathroom, closing the door after her.

She wasn't sure what Clay wanted to talk to her about, maybe to make sure she won't give up his guys and go to the police. She had already told the three of them that she won't if they got her out of there. She wasn't fond of the police either and didn't want to get caught.

Once she was done in the bathroom, she stumbled back into the room and fixed the bed the best she could. Her leg was aching when she leaned too much on her left side so she had to make sure not to do it too much. When she was done with the bed, there was a knock on the door and a head peaked throgh. Tig stood at the doorway and gave her a small smile, which slightly caught her off guard as he was not so happy with her being there last nught. „Clay said to check if you're ready.“

„Aye.“ She nodded and began limping towards him. Tig met her halfway through the room and grabbed her arm, throwing it around his neck. „Thank ye.“

„Don't mention it, Ginger.“ He muttered as the two of them left the room and walked down the hallway. The Clubhouse seemed busier today. She could hear people talking and laughing in the main room. She could smell something delicious and she couldn't wait to eat something. The talking stopped when they entered the main room. She recognized everyone from last night but there were a few unfamiliar figures. For example there were a few people who wore uniforms with 'Teller-Morrow' name tag and there was another old man who wore a similar kutte as the rest, only his wasn't leather. He also carried an oxygen tank.

She also noticed two women. One was blonde and she stuck next to Jax, he had his arm wrapped around her waist. The other was a brunette and she looked mean and scary. But then she smiled at Brianne and approached the duo. „You must be Brianne. The boys told me what happened, how are you feeling?“

Brianne felt relief wash over her, she didn't seem too bad after all. „Gonna be just fine, thanks to everyone.“

Gemma looked surprised when Brianne spoke and looked over at Tig as if accusing him of something. Brianne looked between the two and saw Tig shrug his shoulders. „I didn't know you're Scottish.“ Gemma admitted and Brianne chuckled. „Well I'm sure you'll get along with Chibs.“ The brunette winked at her. Speaking of the devil, Brianne noticed Chibs wasn't there. She even made an effort to look around once again, but still no luck. Gemma seemed to realize she was looking for him. „Scotty will be back any minute, he had some Club business to take care of with Juice and Bobby this morning. Tig help her to that table over there, I'll bring you a plate.“

Tig obeyed with a sigh and helped Brianne sit down at a table not too far from the kitchen where Gemma went. She thanked him for helping her and he patted her shoulder before aproaching the bar and getting himself a beer. Brianne watched as everyone socialized and she wished there was someone she knew better here. She wished Chibs was there because she felt more comfortabkewhen he's around.

It wasn't long until Gemma reappeared, carrying a steaming hot plate and setting it in front of Brianne. It wasn't nothing special just some chicken noodle soup but it smelled amazing and it looked homemade too. „Let it cool down a little. Here.“ Gemma offered a bottle of beer to Brianne and she accepted it, taking a sip. The older woman sat in the chair opposite of her and lit up a cigarette. „You smoke?“ Brianne shook her head. It's not that she didn't smoke, she just didn't want one right now. „So what happened last night? Why did you save the boys?“

Brianne didn't know how to answer that question. She didn't know either if she was honest. She just decided to shoot and and ask questions later. She took a sip of the beer and shrugged her shoulders. „They seemed like they weren't gonna make it.“

„You're not gonna tell anyone about what really went down, right?“ Gemma had a threatening tone on her. Brianne understood she was just looking out for these guys, but Brianne wasn't gonna put herself in danger either. If she were to tell the police, it would put her in the system. So she shook her head and said: „They brought me here and helped me. I got nothin' out of reportin' them.“

Gemma nodded aprovingly. „Good.“ The Clubhouse door opened and the three men who weren't present earlier entered. Juice greeted Gemma and Brianne while Chibs and Bobby looked at the wounded woman disapprovingly.

„Ay, no alcohol for ye, darlin'.“ Chibs took the bottle away from her and took a sip despite Brianne's protest. „Ye're on meds, Bri.“ Brianne looked at him, surprised he was already calling her by a nickname. Chibs didn't seem to catch on as he flashed her a dimpled smile and a wink, and turned on his heels. She watched him approach the bar, and with her beer in his hand he engaged in a conversation with the rest of his friends.

„You two seem to get along.“ Gemma noted. When Brianne looked at the woman, she could have sworn she saw a ghost of a smirk playing on Gemma's face. „Chibs is a good man. Wouldn't want to see him hurt.“

Brianne shook her head at the realization. „Nothin' is goin' on between us, I assure ye. I just met him last night.“ She offered the woman a smile before finally taking a sip of her warm soup. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until that moment. She muttered a quick thanks to Gemma as she ate. Brianne listened to the people talking and laughing around her. When was the last time she felt this safe? These people didn't know her, they didn't owe her anything and they still helped her and fed her. Maybe she could stick around for a while.

Once she was done, Gemma took the plate away as Clay approached her. „We should talk. In private.“ Brianne simply nodded and began standing up but he stopped her. Clay turned around to the bar where most of his Club members were. „Chibs!“ The Scotsman turned around immediately. „Help our lovely guest to the Chapel, will you?“

„Aye.“ Chibs downed the last of his beer and got up. He helped Brianne up and helped her to a double sided door which led to a smaller room. In the middle of the room was a table with a Reaper carved on its surface. Brianne was in an awe of the carving on the table and traced her fingers over it once Chibs let her go. The table had eight chairs around and Clay sat at the head of the table. Chibs took the middle seat by the door while she sat on his left.

„First of all, I want to formally thank you, on behalf of the whole Club, for helping my men last night and apologize it caused you harm.“ Clay began. Brianne shook her head at that.

„It was my decision to help, no need for apologies.“

Clay nodded, she could still see the honest look in his eyes. These people seemed to be very imporant to him, it seemed to Brianne that they had quite the brotherhood going around here. Back where she came from, big faces cared only about those like themselves. While people from lower ranks sacrifice themselves for the cause and no one even bat an eye. „There is a preposition me and the Club would like to make.“ Brianne nodded, urging Clay to continue. „How would you like to prospect for the Club? Of course, prospecting doesn't mean you'd be patched up, you need to prove yourself first.“

Brianne was taken aback, she was not expecting this. She looked back at Chibs who gave her an encouraging nod. „I- I don't know what to say.“ She replied, looking back at Clay. „I thought MC's don't patch up women.“

„Ye'd be an exception to the rule, darlin'.“ Chibs replied.

Brianne wasn't sure what to say to that. Why would they make an exception for her? „But why?“ She demanded. „Ye just met me. I could be dangerous, ye don't know me.“

Clay smiled. „If you were, you wouldn't have helped my guys.“ Fair point. Brianne thought. She guessed he judged her by that already. „Come with us today, see how we handle certain things. Prospect for a while and if you don't like it – I'm sure there are other ways you could stay connected to us.“

Brianne didn't like the fact that he thought she would want to stay connected. Why did he assume that? Maybe having people that cared as much as they care about each other could be nice, but she was running away from certain things from her past. She didn't want to put herself in danger, or put anyone else in danger. Her burden was too big for something like that. Maybe if she told them something without revealing everything, they would understand why she can't stay for long. But she didn't want to tell complete strangers anything at the same time.

She sighed. „I don't know if it's a good idea to stay conected to ye all.“ Clay raised an eyebrow at that. „Don't get me wrong, it's not ye. It's me and my complicated past. There are people who might be after me and I don't want to put anyone between me and them in case they end up catching up to me.“

„What people?“ Chibs questioned. She didn't have to turn around to know he was already looking at her.

„The less ye know, the better. All I want to say is: it's better if I keep my distance. I can see that all of ye care for each other and I'd hate to ruin what ye all have going on here.“

She waited for a response – from either one of them, but no one said anything. They stared at her as if she was an alien, a creature from another world. Tension was thick in the air of the room they called chapel, the silence was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Brianne couldn't say if she would rather they leave it at this or say something and ask for more answers. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she awaited for a reaction from either of the men. Her words hung in the air as a mixture of caution and vulnerability washed over her. She hoped she won't have to give up too much information, if she overshared – she would have to tell them what she did too and Brianne was not ready to give up that kind of information to anyone.

Clay's expression softened suddenly, understanding the wight of Brianne's words. „We're not asking you to put yourself in danger, sweetheart,“ he reassured her. „But if you feel like you're in danger, being on your own won't necessarily protect you either. We've faced our fair share of threats, and we look out for one another. Maybe we can help you.“

Chibs chimed in too, his voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke. „Aye, the Club is a family. We protect each other. If ye decide to stay, we'll have yer back. But we won't force ye into anything.“ As he spoke, he couldn't help but wonder about the weight of Brianne's unspoken past and the reasons she felt compelled to keep their distance. He hoped that, if she decided to stay, the Club could offer support she needed, but he also understood that trust was earned, not demanded.

Brianne felt conflicted as she let her gaze shift from Clay to Chibs, then back to the President again. There was sincerity in their eyes, it was undeniable. She found herself yearning for the kind of bond they shared here at the MC. Yet, her past held her back, urging her to keep her distance. She finally took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. „I appreciate yer offer, truly,“ she began, her voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and hesitation. „But I need time to figure this out. Maybe... just maybe I can give it a shot, see how it goes. But I can't make promises about staying long-term.“ Chibs admired her courage to consider the unknown, fully aware that she has to give her trust to unfamiliar people and yet she was willing to do it.

Clay nodded, understanding her need to stay cautious. „That's fair. Take the time you need, and we'll support you however we can. Just know that the door's open if you ever decide you want to walk through it.“ As he spoke those words, Clay's mind contemplated the potential risks of having Brianne in their midst. He wondered if, deep down, she craved the sense of belonging that the Club provided. Clay's mind drifted to the risks they all faced daily, but he couldn't ignore the inkling that Brianne might be worth the gamble. He hoped she would recognize the genuine care and protection the club offered, even as she remained cautious about the secrets she held.

Even with the weight of the decision settling upon her shoulders, Brianne couldn't deny the stirring of hope within her. The prospect of finding a place where she belonged, even if it meant facing her fears, was both daunting and enticing. She'll give it a shot, and leave if it doesn't work out.

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