#SoA fan fiction

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

So...I did it....I updated it. I hope it's not awful...I haven't written for this fandom since around 2017ish.

[ravennaortiz]

🌹🌹🌹

This is from A Camera In the Attic

Juice swirled his whiskey and stroking himself absentmindedly as he sat looking out his window. He closed his eyes and smirked as he heard one of your moans carried through his open window by the cool night breeze . Soon. He thought as he sipped his whiskey.

[basiccortez]

with the last and final season of Mayans MC coming up around the corner i have decided to bring back my series “Out of the Dust” and re-open my Mayans MC/SOA requests:)

it’s been a hot minute since i wrote for the two shows, but my stories “Out of the Dust” and “Chains” are currently available on my wattpad (@/agrace32)

I will however, be rewriting “Out of the Dust” on here. I originally wrote it when I was 18, and my writing has changed A LOT since the show first debuted.

but for now… here’s a list of the following characters i write for:

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Angel Reyes

Obispo “Bishop” Losa

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Miguel Galindo

Happy Lowman

Jax Teller

Harry “Opie” Winston

Chibs Telford

[avidread3r]

Finding a long fic series at 11pm is not good for my physical health. Am I going to binge read it until I eventually pass out at 3am? Yes, it's good for my soul.

[maplemind]

The bolt of clarity and understanding that this thread of posts has given me makes me want to cry. It has made me feel so much better about it all.

Thank you @veeaziel , @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses and everyone who has contributed to this thread of posts. Genuinely thank you for making me feel understood and accepted and for helping me to understand and accept myself a bit more.

And yes, can published authors please please please write in a more “fan fiction” format!!!!

every day i am percieved™️

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

I can't stop updating this.

[thisreadswhatever]

To Keep Me Safe From You: Part Three

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.7k+

[summary]: just when you think it couldn’t get worse, SAMCRO decides it’s time for another vote.

[cw]: 18+, female reader (y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, angst, a lil bit of fluff, knives, possible grammar/spelling errors

[authors note]: so this part takes place immediately after part two. this took some time for me to finish but we’re here! life has been really strange for me lately but writing this has really helped me get some of my inspiration back. i’m not 100% sure as to whether this should get another part or two.. if anyone has any ideas where it could go i’m totally interested in suggestions! hope you enjoy :)

“Chapel? Whose getting married?”

Jax chuckled at you as he made his way through the hall. He slumped himself along the edge of the bed, your towel still draped across his lower half. His arms rested on his knees as he ran his hands through his hair, sighing out loud. “Nobody’s getting married.”

You sat next to him, crossing your legs on the bed. “You really, really, need to tell me what the hell is going on, Jax. You owe me an explanation at this point. This whole thing is just insane.”

“‘Chapel’s just our word for ‘vote’, I guess.”

You hadn’t meant to discuss that further, but there was a wave of relief that set over you regardless. At least now you knew there would be no impromptu wedding on the horizon.

“So Chapel means to vote. Okay.. so what is there to vote over? You said you won’t hurt me.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, his voice was soft, almost exasperated. “Yeah, well, that wasn’t really my decision to make.”

“And that means..”

“It means I went against the club.”

Waves of fear crashed into you as reality hit like a ton of bricks. Your mind replayed over the events of the last several hours. Despite it feeling like a lifetime ago, Jax had tied you to your chair to do nothing more than kill you, and now you had no choice but to trust him to save your life.

“So at Chapel.. They’ll vote if I still have to die?” You shook your head as the words left your mouth, tears welling in pools under your eyelids. “Jax I didn’t hear anything, I wasn’t lying when I told you-”. Jax pulled you into his chest before you could finish, hugging you tight. “I know, I know. I told you, nobody is going to hurt you. But they already decided, and I went against the club's decision. Tomorrow there won’t be another vote on you, that’s done. And once they realise I didn’t get the job done..”

Oh. Another realisation hit, the bricks piling onto what was left of any hope you had. This wasn’t just about you anymore. “They have to vote on you.” Your voice was low as you tried to suppress the lump in your throat. You dried your tears with your wrists, pulling yourself up to look at his face. “You have to tell them I never heard anything, you have to make them understand.”

Jax was looking down on you as you laid against his chest. He tried to reassure you with a smile, but he didn’t say another word. He hugged you tight, and for a moment it felt like you’d known him for eternity. Before you could get used to the feeling, his arms loosened around you and he rose from the edge of the bed, walking towards the bathroom. “Come shower with me.”

———

“You read a lot of books, huh.” Jax wasn’t asking a question, because he already knew the answer after scouring the house all night while you were his hostage.

“Well- most of my books are back home, but yeah, I do.”

Jax seemed so nonchalant about everything. He casually cracked three eggs from the fridge into the pan on the stove while he spoke. “And where’s home?”

Your eyes squinted at him over the kitchen island. “I told you last night.”

Jax smiled. “Washington, right?” You watched as he flipped the eggs, now sticking a little too much to the hot pan in front of him.

You avoided answering. The sudden interest confused you and you pondered over whether he’d changed his mind, if he wanted to know your hometown to find your family or chase you down if you ran. You snapped yourself out of the thought, suppressing your fear. “Do you read?”

He turned from the eggs to meet your eyes, pausing for a moment before subtly shaking his head. “I write.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, trying to hide your shock. The murdering biker stranger writes. “That’s interesting. What do you write?”

He shrugged, “Just journals and stuff.”

“I would’ve never guessed that about you.”

Jax leant over the island, placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of you on the countertop. “Bet you never guessed I was a chef either.”

You grinned politely and thanked him, poking at the dry eggs with your fork. “There’s definitely a lot we don’t know about each other.” Jax tucked into the remaining eggs over the stove, scraping at the hot pan.

Suddenly you were giggling, and then you were laughing so hard you almost choked. It was unthinkable how fucking bizarre this entire situation was. “What’s funny?” Jax was looking at you across the kitchen island, completely bewildered by your sudden amusement.

You had to catch your breath before explaining, “Last night you had taped me to a chair with every intention to end my life, and this morning you're cooking me eggs. I think I’ve lost my mind.”

Jax chuckled with you, “I’m a man of many talents, darlin’. Though I can admit that I’m still shocked you wanted me to stay.”

You pulled yourself together before standing from the bar stool at the island, heading back down the hall toward the bedroom, “I’m going to get ready for work, try not to take anymore hostages while I’m gone.”

____

The rays from the California sun had burned through the windshield of the car all morning, turning it into a makeshift oven. Your thighs hit the fiery leather of the passenger seat as you got in, the heat radiating into you. It was almost impossible for you to sit still through the warmth of it. The stench of stale cigarette smoke had intensified throughout the car, and the smell brought you right back to the events of last night. Driving home with your stranger, completely oblivious to the gang’s death sentence, and everything else that would follow. The sound of the engine roaring to life abruptly disturbed your replay of events as Jax pulled out of the driveway.

“You can make a left at the end of the road. It’s faster.” He nodded.

Jax didn’t speak as he drove, it seemed as if he was totally preoccupied by his own thoughts. You wished your mind would be as silent.

You were overwhelmed from trying to understand, too many questions and uncertainties racing in your head. What was going to happen now? If Jax couldn’t stop the club, would they kill him for going against their decision? If Jax was dead, then they knew you were still breathing, and they’d come after you next. You’d have to leave town. How could you save yourself now?

Maybe you could escape before the impending doom you had been sentenced to. Or maybe they’d kill you before you got the chance.

“I have a question.”

Jax glanced your direction, but you couldn’t tell if he was even looking at you through his dark sunglasses. “What exactly is it they think I heard?”

Jax peered over his sunglasses, and you could tell he was looking at you as he cracked a smile. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

You rolled your eyes, “you probably should’ve while you had the chance.”

Jax scoffed. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

His arrogance was no longer charming, instead now all it did was fill you with rage. “Can you blame me for not trusting some stranger who startled me into losing my car keys in the pitch black after work? Who held me at knifepoint, taped me to my armchair and held me hostage for hours? The same stranger who decided it was a better idea to spare my life and fuck me on my kitchen counter? I can’t be crazy for questioning whether I’m going to make it out of this alive. I could at least know what it is they want me dead for!”

Jax chuckled, he was too calm for your liking. “You did ask me to stay darlin’, that was all consensual.”

“Did I consent to being the target of your murder plot?”

Jax gritted his teeth, his playfulness was gone. “Look, I know you don’t really know me and it’s probably better if you didn’t. But I am sorry, I’m sorry for all of it- well, most of it-“ for a moment it seemed like he was going to smile, and then it was gone. “This is some serious shit I’m piled in.” He shook his head contemplating. “But I’m not going to let them kill you because of a dumb misunderstanding. And even if you heard everything, we don’t kill women.”

“You sure do sound like a group of martyrs.”

“I know what I am, y/n. Last night I told you I was a normal guy. I’m not. I’m not a normal guy, I’m not a good guy, and I’m definitely no damn martyr.”

Your ears rang with every word. You knew you should’ve ran for the hills the second he’d cut the tape from your wrists.

Jax pulled the car into the diner, parking alongside your abandoned Honda.

“I guess this means I have to find another locksmith. I’ll probably get my brakes cut if I go to Charmings finest mechanics now.”

Jax laughed, “cutting breaks isn’t really our style, babe.” He reached down into the well of the car door as he spoke, pulling out your lost keys, the metal dangling between his fingers.

Your eyes narrowed at him as you snatched the keys from his grasp.

Jax turned to the steering wheel, looking out of the window as he spoke. “Told ya, not a good guy.”

None of this made any sense. This man you barely knew, that needed you dead, had somehow sent a crushing pain through your chest. Maybe it was the confirmation that this had been his goal the entire time, this wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a joke. Jax Teller had to kill you, and for some reason, you weren’t dead yet.

You wanted to scream at him, tell him what a piece of shit he was. You wanted to yell and tell him how much you hated him and this dumb ass biker gang. You wanted to tell him last night was the worst and best night of your life. But the words wouldn’t form. Instead, you shoved your weight into the passenger door before quickly jumping out and furiously slamming it behind you. Childish but he got your point. Tires screeched as he sped off from the diner, leaving you stood there, frozen, tears streaming down your face.

You knew that was probably the last time you’d ever see Jax Teller again.

———

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[maplemind]

Let’s not forget DDDNE (Dead Dove Do Not Eat)

I got hooked on FF.net when I was 11 (2001). The things I saw at that precious young age.

I once read a Harry Potter fic where the s*x scene was Draco turning Harry into a boiled sweet and sucking him. I KID YOU NOT.

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Kozik struggles with Karas rebellious behavior and anger at him following the death of her mom.

As always my stories are 18+. TW: Parental death referenced

"Its fine. The store owner doesn't want to press charges. They know she is just a girl grieving her mother" explained Unser as he watched Kozik pace the lobby. "Annie has been dead for three months its time she start moving on in the process. Besides this is the fourth time in the last twenty-four hours she has been picked up for mischief" replied Kozik a hint of anger in his voice.

Kozik weighed his options as he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost five on a Friday. Maybe some tough love would get her back on the path. Rubbing his face roughly he turned his back to Unser and sighed. Annie I'm not built to raise a teenage daughter on my own. Forgive me for this he thought to himself.

"Keep her till Monday." stated Kozik without turning back to Unser as he made his way to the doors. "That" started Unser before Kozik waved him off dismissively.

Unser sighed as he made his was back to his office. This was not going to go over well. He hated to go against a parent but he didn't agree that Kara should have to sit all weekend in lockup because she tagged a dick on a wall with the words- my dad sucks- on it. Not when her grief was fresh. Picking up his phone he scrolled through until he landed on Tigs number.

Later Clubhouse

Kozik was making out with a crow eater in a dark corner when he felt a hand yank him backwards. "Are you fucking kidding me?" snarled Tig as he looked down at Kozik. His blue eyes ablaze in anger. "So whats the plan? Keep my goddaughter locked up so you can wet your dick all weekend? For what because she is hurt, sad and angry about not only her mom dying but her pathetic excuse for a dad deciding she has to move out of state?" ranted Tig as he kicked Kozik in the ribs as Chibs and Jax moved to separate them.

"Get off me. He's not worth it" snapped Tig as he shrugged the two men off him. "Where you going?" called Kozik as Tig stormed to the door. "To get Kara and take her to my house for the weekend." called Tig without a look back.

Three Years Later

"Thanks for calling Tig and letting me know." sighed Kozik as he let himself slide down the wall of his house. "No, its fine. I'll come down in a few days and us three can talk about it. Tell her I love her" he added before ending the call. Sighing he let the tears that had been building slide down his face. His daughter hated him so much she had hitchhiked her way to Charming.

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[zalrb]

Little our of left field but kudos to you for always keeping the characters in character and honestly elevating them at the same time. I’m not really a fan fiction reader as such but when I’m scrolling and come across a bit of something here and there, the characters are usually entirely out of character, like there’s no reason for it to be them. It’s so weird to me because wouldn’t the appeal of fanfics be that people love the characters and want to see how THEY would be in certain scenarios?

Oh, thank you, anon! That's my number one thing with fics, like I actually don't care much about things like plot holes because I don't really write for the plot, I write for the characters to interact in a particular scenario so like if it's a tvd fic two characters can whisper in a room with, like, Caroline outside and for the purposes of the scene she won't be able to hear them talking even though with vamp hearing she technically could that doesn't bother me but Caroline always has to sound like Caroline otherwise I don't see the point in writing the fic, haha. Which is also why it takes me a while to write certain fics, like I am thinking of a Jax/Tara fic because an anon asked and I thought it would be cool but I have to rewatch a couple of episodes of SOA first so I can get the voice. Same thing with motivations. It took me a while to write the SE affair fic because I was like Stefan and Elena cheating is just something I can't wrap my head around yet and when I could I was like cool, let's do it, lol.

[youre-where-i-wanna-go]

writing meme: about me

I wasn't tagged but got this from @fandominstability

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I have always written stories since I was a little kid. I think my first fan-related fiction was related to Lady Gaga but I really got into fanfiction about a year later when I was a Bullocker (Sandra Bullock fan) and my friends in that fandom introduced me to wattpad and all the Sandy fics on there.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

If we include Gaga (though that was just one little story based on her song titles), it would be her, Sandy B, Agent Carter (Marvel), Married with Children, a cross of SOA and AHS, and then finally a lot of American Horror Story. So that makes 6 I think?

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I think I wrote my Gaga story when I was 11 or 12 and got into Sandy fanfiction when I was 13 so 12 years give or take (with very long breaks)

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Definitely write because for my comfort ship me and my bestie are pretty much the only writers currently. I do sometimes indulge in reading fics of Angela Bassett's other characters though but I write more stories than I read tbh

5. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I'm not entirely sure but I think I've gotten better with removing some awkward terminology. There was also a time where I RPed with a friend who influenced me to become overreliant on describing women in same-gender relationships by their hair color, which I finally just dropped because it sounded very awkward and repetitive and also doesn't really work for Black characters.

6. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I think I have researched many strange topics but the weirdest might just be how mermaids have sex two nights ago lmaoo

7. What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

The excited type that conveys they would love to read more. I guess sometimes it's easier to share if you actually know someone is there who wants to read it. Also love comments on specific lines or references. But just in general ANY comment that isn't unusefully negative or homophobic (yes I've received one of those 😭) makes my day.

8. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Not sure exactly what is considered fringe but I could imagine my period fics qualify for it? Whenever I'm suffering particularly badly on my period, I like to give one of my comfort characters their period so the other has to comfort them. It tends to calm me down in the hurt/comfort sense.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

I think the type of stories that deserve multiple chapters but they could go so many different ways that I struggle to pick one scenario to elaborate on. Examples for this are the details of Elizabeth's and Ramona's first night together or how Ramona's parents reacted to her dating a woman. So many possibilities.

10. What is the easiest type?

I love to drabble down sweet moments of fluff, smut or angst. I think little moments of fluff and hurt/comfort are the easiest for me. I think I most commonly write singular scenes based on random ideas.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I write in my Samsung Notes app (which is exclusively dedicated to my fanfiction), then copy the fics into Google Docs to share them with friends or, if I'm really bold, I will publish them on AO3 (very rare). Sometimes I try to cross-post on here (not very successful) or Wattpad (I always forget I have an account there) but it's mostly just AO3. When do I write? When I'm in bed. On very rare occasions I've also written on the train before.

12. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

The ones that I've mentioned before that I've been struggling with. First meeting/night together, Ramona's parents' reaction, ... I'd also like to continue an AU I started where Elizabeth never dies. But most of all I'd love to finish my main multi-chapter fic which I have so many ideas for and which has a lot of potential but is thus very overwhelming.

13. What made you choose your username?

Both my usernames on here and on AO3 are references to two of my favorite Gaga songs. "You're where I wanna go" is from Always Remember Us This Way and is a reference to the love between Gaga and her fans (and the fact that I have traveled many places for her). On AO3 my name is sohappyiclddie which is the title of my all time favorite Gaga song So Happy I Could Die. It's also very fitting for my fanfics because 1. Gaga plays one of the main characters, 2. death is a major theme with vampires (also on The Fame Monster, the album this song is on), 3. Elizabeth and Ramona make each other so happy they could die (during the good times) mhm mhm, 4. the song has a sapphic theme and my fanfics are sapphic too and so is Gaga and so am I, win win win win :)

not sure who to tag but whoever would like to do this is welcome to, consider yourself tagged!

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

For The Love of my Mother

I'm in my house in the hills with The Reaper, And I wonder if he knows what I've done. 

Laugher echoes off the walls as we enter the house, our bodies colliding as I kick the door shut. The ultimate power struggle as Juice and I remove each others clothes, our lips forceful, rough, everything I wanted and more.

Juice’s hand grips my throat under my chin as he pushes me against the wall, pinning me between his legs, his thumb grazing down the middle of my throat.

Somewhere the laughter stopped and the room changed to pure electric sexual energy, I’ve never wanted anyone more than I wanted him in that moment, so I took him, up against the wall, one hand digging into my hip, the other on my throat, every thrust, causing his pressure to grow tighter and I moaned louder.

“Fuck me harder Juice” I moan as I teeth graze down his neck, pushing him over the edge.

Juice grips my hips with both hands, driving in deeper, my orgasm takes over, my legs wrap tighter around Juice’s waist as I scream out his name.

One final thrust and the wall buckles, my ass goes through it.

“Fuck” Juice mutters “uhhh I will fix that”

Laughing, I unwrap my legs “come on stud, let’s see what damage you can do to my shower” I say with a wink.

That was three months ago, now, things are much more complicated.

Walking into the basement I look at the man tied to the chair in front of me, pouring a bottle of water over his head, I slap him.

He drowsily comes too “Hey Ratboy, welcome back” I say taking a seat across from him.

“What do you want?” he groans.

“Well, I want to know where the club is keeping the guns from the Irish, if you tell me, I won’t kill you” I tell him, a smile on my face.

“No” he tells me.

“Okay” I say waving to the door “you’ve been less than helpful so I hope you like a deep grave”

One of my men entered with a body bag, and starts to roll the floor behind Ratboy with cling wrap.

Panic sets in across Ratboy’s I stand to leave.

“Wait” he says

Turning to face him, I raise an eyebrow at him.

“There in the warehouse district in Oakland, the blue ones on the southside, Mayans are helping secure them” he tells me.

“Thank you Ratboy” I say pulling the gun from side, putting a bullet between his eyes before he even noticed.

The back spray hits Nick “oh come on boss this is my favourite suit” he exclaims.

“Put the dry cleaning on my tab” I say walking out of the room.

Heading out to my car, I send the details to my contact and head home.

My heels echo off the walls as I enter my house dropping my bag on the floor I activate the security system as I walk through the house. Walking over to ceiling to floor windows I look out over Charming.

Dark clouds lazily drifting in, a warming of the storm coming.

‘Three down, eight to go’ I think to myself, knowing I need to move my timeline up.

[cum-and-tigs-aftershave]

A RAVEN AMONG CROWS (SOA retelling, Tig x OFC)

A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem? She’s a woman. With an unlikely reputation and an even more unlikely goal, will her hidden skills earn her a coveted reaper on her back, or will an unforeseen romance with a less than conventional source compromise her dream? You’ve heard their story, now you get to hear hers.

Chapter 11: Aftermath

With their union solidified and their structure finally on its feet, Sydney and Tig direct their attention to the more pressing matters that have rippled through the pillars SAMCRO.

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[h-o-l-l-i]

Hearts Together

Jax Teller x plus size!Reader

Word Count: 1,740

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: This was requested bu @mrsjaxtellerfan! Requests are OPEN!

Let me know if you want to be added to any of my tag lists for SPN, SOA or TWD!

“Teller-Morrow Garage, this is Y/N. How can I assist you?” You answered the phone in the office, the door to the garage opened, a familiar face popping through. You raised your finger to him so he slid his muscular body in and closed the door, taking a seat. You pulled out the schedule, tailing your finger down the page, “I have two openings tomorrow, 11:30 and a 2:45 with Juice.” His piercing blue eyes glazed over your beautifully curved body, taking in the sight of you in secret. “Okay, you’re scheduled. Thank you for choosing Teller-Morrow, have a great day!” You confirmed, hanging the landline phone back up and sighing.

“What’s the problem, Darlin’?” Jax asked, lighting a fresh cigarette, his mouth curled into a micheivous grin.

“It’s just so cheesy, you know.” You laughed, “How nice I sound.”

“What do you mean, Y/N? You’ve been the nicest person that I’ve known my whole entire life!”

“I can be mean, Jax! Remember that time in middle school—” you pointed to him, leaning against the desk in front of him.

“Ha! Right, that was the meanest I’ve seen you and you just told someone to go screw himself because he was bullying you.” He handed you the cigarette, you rolled your eyes and took a drag. “You comin’ tonight?” He asked, you stared at him, your eyes laced with confusion, “The party at the clubhouse.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Oh! I forgot about that! No, I��m not going.”

He took his cigarette from your hand, his rough fingertips grazing your soft hand, his eyebrows furrowed at your answer, “What do you mean you’re not going, Y/N, you haven’t missed a club party since I got patched in.”

“I’ve got plans, Jax.” You brushed it off, your cheeks beginning to blush.

He leaned forward, “What plans?”

“I’m just getting some dinner with this guy…” your voice trailed.

“What guy? I know him? I can send some—”

You cut him off, opening the door, “No, you don’t know him and you’re not going to send along a prospect. Jax, I’m going on a date and I can handle myself…your next appointment should be here in about 5.” You leaned against the door, smiling.

He nodded his head, biting his lower lip and hugged you before he left the office.

***

You stood in your room in front of the long mirror that hung on the wall, you held  the red dress to your curvy body and then the black one, then cycled back through them. Your head snapped to the edge of the bed where your phone was buzzing.

“Hello?” You answered, sticking the phone between your ear and shoulder, cycling through the dresses once more.

“Hey, Darlin’ What are you doing?” Jax inquired.

“Um, actually trying to figure out what I’m going to wear tonight. I can’t decide.” You laughed, sitting on the corner of the bed, placing the dresses beside you.

“Let me guess, the red or black dress?” He guessed. You laughed, indicating that he was right. “Send me a picture of both and I’ll tell you what I think then.”

“Thanks, Jax.”

“Anything for you, Darlin’”

***

Jax’s phone lit up, a singular buzz, another one a few minutes later. He grabbed his phone and placed his cigarette between his lips, his eyes widened slightly when he opened the first photo, his finger swiped to the next one. “Wow.” He said aloud, catching the attention of Tig.

“What?” He questioned the young son. “Holy shit! Who is that?” His eyes lit up excitedly. “You and Tara?” He raised an eyebrow at Jax.

Jax closed his phone, shook his head and tuck his blonde hair behind his ears, “No, I’m going to the hospital to see Abel then I’m going to tell her that I just can’t do it anymore…” he inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke from his lips.

“If that’s who you’re leaving her for, you’re making one hell of a great decision!” He patted him on the back, “But, just in case thing don’t work out, what’s her name. Maybe she’ll like Uncle Tigger…” he smiled.

Jax scoffed and stood from his stool, “Something tells me that this is going to last. Sorry, Tig.” He smiled, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number that he memorized to heart.

“They both look beautiful on you, Y/N. Really.” Jax smiled, “I think you should wear the red dress.”

“Red it is then; thank you Jax.” You spoke softly. “I have to finish getting ready. Bye, Jax.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

***

You sat down at the table, legs crossed, your heel bouncing, your freshly painted nails, tapping anxiously as time continually passed. “Would you like to place an order ma’am?” The waiter asked turning your attention to him.

You cleared your throat, grabbing at your wallet, “No, um. I’ll just pay—”

He refused, “It’s on the house, I’m sorry they didn’t show…” he stated before leaving you alone, stunned once more at the table.

Your heels clicked as your pace quickened to reach your car before the first tear fell. How could I be this stupid! I should have never come here! You criticized yourself, trying to dry your tears as they began to smudge your make up. Your hand twisted infighting the engine of you old, classic car. A few tears trickled down your cheeks on the way to the clubhouse; you knew you could forget about this horrible night by being surrounded by your family…Jax always made everything better; nothing else mattered when you were with him.

***

“Hey, Tig. Think you can spare some?”  You faked a smile, pointing to the amber liquid pouring from the glass bottle.

His eyes eagerly trailed over your body, his eyebrows raised when he recognized the dress from Jax’s phone earlier. “You look fantastic, Doll.” As you stepped closer to him, he caught sight of your smudged eyeliner and mascara, your eyes bloodshot and swollen. He began pouring you a glass, pushing it over to you.

You downed the drink quickly, his eyes studied you, “What happened, Y/N?” He paused, “You alright?” His voice concerned as he watched you wince from the lingering burning inside of your throat.

“Are all men shit heads?” You asked, gently holding out your glass for another pour. He tipped the bottle and in your opinion stopped a bit short, you shook your head and motioned with your hand. “No, keep going, Tig.”

“You sure, Doll. That can hit pretty women such as yourself kind of quick…”

“I’m a big girl; I can handle myself Tiggy.” You winked at him, he poured. You tipped your glass to him, “Thanks.”

“You want us to go teach him a lesson, Doll?” 

“No, he wasn’t worth it anyway, I’m just trying to fill something that only one person can…nothing works, just him…” your voice trailed, “But, he has a girl and he’s probably not into me anyway so…” you twirled the liquid in your glass.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Y/N. I mean look at you! Any man would be lucky for you to at least think about them.”

You smiled sheepishly and felt yourself blush, “Where’s Jax?” You changed the subject to something that held your whole heart.

“He went to go see Abel.” He said, his eyes then came to you, calculating your reaction to confirm his suspicions, “He’s ending things with Tara. Had some hot chick’s picture on his phone earlier. Drove him wild in a red dress…” your eyes bugged out slightly, making you choke on your drink.

The moment couldn’t have possibly become more awkward until the familiar rumble of Jax’s Harley pulled up to the clubhouse. Tig took that as his queue to leave grabbed his glass, hugged you tightly and left to the sea of women, smoke and music outside.

“Hey, I thought you said you weren’t comin’ tonight, Y/N/” he said, brushing his hair back behind his ears, his swagger like walk and bright smile fading as he caught sight of you. “What happened?” His tone low and fierce.

“The guy never showed” you took a deep breath, “So, I decided to come here, have a good time.” You smiled.

“You’ve been crying.” He pointed to you face.

You shook your head, “It’s allergies.”

“Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, I know you don’t have allergies—” his heart stopped in realization of what he just revealed to you.

Your eyes wandered his, your voice soft, “Jax…”

“I love you, Y/N. I tried to get my mind off of you because you deserve a nice guy; not an outlaw like me but no one can erase you from my mind. You drive me crazy, every single day; sharing a bed with you when you had no where else to stay, picking your drunk ass up when you were at parties. You constantly saving my ass from the police.” His eyes never left yours, the words he spoke left his perfect lips with such passion and unconditional love.

Your eyes burned slightly with tears, you prince revealing himself at your most fragile moment. All of the words he said rang true in your heart, “What about Tara…” you asked gingerly.

“She was a sad attempt to get my heart to love something else. I ended things with her tonight because I couldn’t stand to think about you with someone else.”

Your eyes welled with happiness, your heart full of love, “I love you to Jax.” You smiled. His face erupted into a wide, bright smile, he stepped close to you, his hands trailed up to your cheeks, pulling your lips to his, kissing you softly.

For that moment the whole world stopped, nothing else mattered, nothing else in the world existed, it was just you and Jax. His lips parted from yours just enough, his forehead rested on yours, “You’re my old lady now, I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips tenderly once more.

“Come on,” he said, holding your hand in his, leading you away from where you had your first kiss with him, “When you look you like that; I need to show off my old lady, Darlin’” he smiled wickedly and opened the door. The two of you mixed into the massive collection of bikers hand in hand; hearts together.

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All Along the Watchtower {Chapter Five: Happy With Me} (Juice Ortiz)

One/Two/Three/Four/Five

This chapter is shorter, and it needs some heavy edits. But I thought of a completely different direction than I originally intended, so this is more of a filler while I get my thoughts in order.

Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Happy With Me

“Could you be happy here with me?”

Juice was surprised by his own question as soon as it left his lips, but he couldn’t take it back. Did he want to take it back? He wasn’t sure. Did he really mean it?

Priscilla looked at him, not taken aback at all. A sweet smile crept slowly onto her face, twisting it into an expression of joy. “Of course I would, Juice.”

He paused as his brain stuttered, not expecting that reaction. A state of shock would have been acceptable. Silence, discomfort, or even a screaming rejection would have been more realistic reaction than the agreeable compliance she just gave him. It wasn’t right.

They were eating hot dogs at a cute little picnic table in her hometown. Nothing else laid in sights for miles, just a sweet hot dog stand with a few tables right off the main road. Juice had always lived in the city and Charming was a town, but the country completely blew that out of the water. He fucking hated it, but he liked spending time with Priscilla and he needed to get over Lana so he could properly break her heart to save his own ass. Maybe it was selfish and he was being a dick, but he’d already convinced himself that Clay and Gemma hadn’t given him a choice. Still, it left a bad taste in his mouth-- worse than these nasty hot dogs.

Juice kicked himself mentally for trying to fuck this up. Priscilla said she’d be happy with him here and he wasn’t going to ruin a chance at love for himself because of these goddamned self esteem issues. He’d been doing this whole life thing for too long and his house was too empty with only him and his two cats there. There was just a lingering sense of guilt and suspicion suspended in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t seem to shake. A future with Lana was out of the question, he knew it.

There’s nothing wrong here, he told himself. It’s all in your head.

He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up.

“You’d really be happy in Charming?” Juice asked, prodding her with questions. “Even with all the MC shit I’d have to do? You could really be happy with that?”

“Well, yeah.” Priscilla answered like it was obvious. “I really like you, Juice.”

“I really like you, too.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about Lana and that kiss and the way she felt that night when he took her home on the back of his bike. It was a fucking mistake, but he was drunk on her and her hair smelled so nice and she was so young and tight and perfect and he couldn’t stop thinking about the way she curled around him and-

“Juice? Juice?” Priscilla shook him. “Anybody home there?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, just making sure you’re still with me.” Priscilla giggled. “Besides, you look so cute when you have that dreamy, glazed look on your face. You’re so in thought.”

She dipped in her finger into the ketchup and wiped it on his nose, making him jump in surprise. His jaw dropped into a perfect ‘O’ shape as she burst into a hysterical laughter. “Oh, you tricky little minx!”

Priscilla let out a squeal as he smeared mustard across her forehead. “Hey! Who said you could do it back to me?”

“I did.” he said as he shrugged and licked the mustard off of her.

Damn it. Was that too straight forward? He was getting too comfortable around her and didn’t think it through. God, what the fuck had he done?

Fortunately, the world didn’t end right then and there. Priscilla merely beamed at him and did the same to him. It was weird, but he figured they would be one of those weird couples that nobody really understood. But they would understand each other better than anyone and that’s what really mattered, didn’t it?

“You’re the best. Definitely worth the three hour drive both ways.” he said. It felt like like a lie.

“Well, I better be!” Priscilla noted. “You shouldn’t be killing the environment with that gas guzzler of a bike for someone who’s not even worth your time.”

“Well, I guess I’m just lucky I met you then.”

He pecked her cheek and grabbed her hand, basking in the hot light from the sun that sizzled down on him. In the back of his head, a voice told him he should have worn some sunscreen, but he couldn’t be bothered (for once in his miserable life) to pay attention to its nagging and ruining of his best moments. He beamed at this wonderful girl and he was happy. So fucking happy.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Juice stood up. “Let me take you back home before Uncle Lenny gets his shotgun out again.”

“Oh, relax.” Priscilla said. “He only did that once and he likes you! It was just a formality. It’s not like he has to worry about you actually hurting me.”

“You’re right. Will you tell him that? He’s friendly and all, but I feel like he has a little bit of a dark side with how quick he got that gun out.” Juice felt nervous, like he was an awkward, bumbling fifteen year old again, seeing his girlfriend on the weekends and blushing at the bad end of her uncle’s shotgun.

“Uncle Lenny? A dark side? Doesn’t sound like him.” Priscilla said. “Anyway, are you coming up next weekend? Aunt Linda could make us some dinner and we could see a movie. She’s curious about meeting you ever since you started coming around regularly.”

“Of course, I’ll be up.” Juice assured her, guiding her toward his bike with his hand at the small of her back.

“Maybe you could stay over?” Priscilla looked up at him, hopeful.

“Yeah, yeah.” Juice was already calculating the plans in his head. “I’ll just make Half Sack pick up a shift for me or something.”

{***}

“Church in five minutes.” Clay barked at Juice as soon as he pulled into the lot. “Get in there, shithead. You’re late.”

Juice cursed himself. He underestimated the amount of traffic that he’d encounter on the highways in between here and Nevada and it took closer to five hours when he factored in all the bathroom breaks, food stops, and sitting in traffic with soccer moms in mini vans. Church was supposed to start an hour ago.

As he walked into the room, Juice was met with salty glares around the table that made him feel trapped in his chair. Clay closed the door behind him. Tig was especially annoyed with him, but then again, maybe Tig’s face was just naturally like that?

“Trouble’s a-brewing in Charming.” Jax said, ominous.

Clay took his seat at the head of the table, everyone’s heads now turned to him in alarm. “It hasn’t reached Charming yet, but I plan on getting ahold of it before it does.”

“And what is this mysterious ‘it’ you’re speaking of?” Chibs spoke. His hands were tense and curled into fists, knocking on the table every few seconds.

“A Nevada MC.” Clay explained. “They’re called the Roman Skulls and they’re thinking about moving into the illegal gun business. Made a bid with the Irish and rumor has it, they’re setting up a charter in Oakland to get closer to the Russians.”

“That means we’re out and broke.” Jax said. No shit.

“Well, how did the Irish react?” Juice butt in. “They wouldn’t just drop us like that. Clay’s been doing business with them for decades and aren’t they all about that loyalty and business relationship shit?”

“We’ve got their loyalty in the long run, but they’re gonna have to go through the Roman Skulls while we rebuild.” Clay said, sour. “It’s gonna take us some time and money to get our warehouse built and our resources up and running again.”

“But that still comes with some issues,” Jax cut in. “We’re putting a lot of people in a tight spot and we’re most likely not coming out of this situation smelling like a rose.”

“We’re not making any moves yet, but keep your eyes out for this new MC.” Clay warned them all. “We’ve gotta squash them before they become a real threat and we gotta figure out a new source of income in the meantime. We’re drained dryer than old pussy.”

“Ain’t that the fucking truth.” Bobby added. He couldn’t get up from the table fast enough. “Anyone up for a game of cards?”

“Aye.” Chibs agreed. “Could use a feckin’ beer while we’re at it.”

The guys followed the Scotsman out of the Chapel and into the sacred bar to blow off some steam before heading home for the night. The sky was black with speckled stars giving off a certain vibe that Juice couldn’t put his finger on. All he knew was that he needed a couple of beers and a walk around the clubhouse so he could feel his legs again. Damn, his back was so stiff it felt like he spent the night on top of the bar again. He could barely move a muscle without his joints popping.

He spotted Lana as she walked into the clubhouse next to Gemma with her little leather purse slung over her shoulder. Colored pencils poked out of the zipper. How did she keep everything in such good condition when she was so careless with her shit like that? Whatever, she was young. He was sure she could just stop at Michael’s once a month and restock without thinking much of it.

Still, the stuff looked expensive.

Lana and Gemma broke away from each other and Gemma beelined it for Juice as soon as they went their separate ways. She jabbed Juice in the ribs, making him flinch. “Do it now.”

“Do I have to?” he whined.

The look on Gemma’s face didn’t give him much of a choice. Better do it now than put it off and make him feel even worse about everything.

Nightmares plagued his sleeping hours. He kept thinking about the kiss with Lana and how comfortable she felt against him while she was trembling. It was wrong. It was selfish. And it was a dead end for the both of them.

“Lana, can I talk to you outside?” Juice jered his head toward the door.

The way she perked up killed him since he knew what he was about to do. “Sure. What about?” Lana followed him out the door into the cold California night. Juice was 99% sure he caught Tig’s glaring eye on the way out.

“We need to talk.”

That got her attention. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s just-”

“Spit it out Juice.” Lana was quickly losing patience. She avoided his eyes by looking down at her feet and he knew he had to rip the bandage off quickly.

He didn’t know exactly what to say. It was a mistake? He was already seeing a girl that he could really see things working out with? He lead her on? She was nineteen and practically a baby? He decided on the truth. He had to tell her the honest-to-god truth.

Tig caught up with him before he could say anything else. Juice bit his tongue and tried his best not to snap then. Biting Tig’s head off wouldn’t get him back in anyone’s good graces anytime soon, but something told him there was something up with Tig anyway. His cool, blue eyes were furious and he kept glancing to Lana in the corner.

“Lana, get inside.” Tig ordered, grabbing Lana’s wrist hard enough to make her wince in pain. “Now.”

“But-” she started, looking at Juice for help, but Juice didn’t know what to do. How was he supposed to break this off (was there even anything to break off?) if he couldn’t talk to her.

“Don’t argue. Just get inside. Now, sweetheart.” Tig’s voice softened when he looked her in the eyes, but they didn’t lose their sense of urgency.

“Juice needs to talk to me, Tig-” Lana tried hard to make her case, but it simply wasn’t working for her. It was hard to argue with Tig.

“NOW!” he yelled, making Lana scurry into the clubhouse with her tail between her legs. She only looked back once and he could see the worry for him in her eyes. It was like she thought he was going to get punched in the face.

Wait, was he going to get punched in the face? Fuck.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ortiz?” Tig said. “Clay’s already had to run you off of her and now I have to intervene before you can lure her onto your bike! What was your fucking plan once you got her out here?”

“Nothing, Tig, I swear!” Juice pleaded. “Gemma told me I needed to have a talk with Lana about her crush on me. Tell her there was never gonna be anything!”

“Likely story.” Tig laughed, not believing him. He rounded on Juice, getting directly in his face. “Get it through your thick fucking skull that we’re not gonna let you get in her fucking pants.”

“I’m just gonna go. Tell Lana there’s nothing there. Tell her I said it. Clearly, I have no chance of having a decent conversation because you and Clay are busy making sure she’s treated like a child.”

He spit on Tig’s shoes (out of frustration and annoyance and he knew it was a bad idea, but Tig just had a way of getting under his skin) and turned on his heel to beeline it the hell out of there and go home after a long ass day of driving five hours through the country.

Tig had other plans.

Juice blacked out from the force of Tig’s fist against the side of his face, losing his grip on reality as his skull hit the hard concrete.

[bananaflavoredlemonade]