#even if he loses his dumbass son will run for president in the future

[chooey]

hey, i saw your post and i just wanted to reach out and idk... give you a virtual hug or hold your hand or something. thinking, praying and hoping for good things for you and the ones you love. you dont have to respond, i just wanted to reach out to you and offer something other than silence

thank u☹️🥺💖 it's looking real bleak here ngl- our country is infamous for putting the absolute worst. corrupt, money-hungry shitty "people" in power............... thank you for thinking of me 😭🌷

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JACKSON “JAX” TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

@rebel-without-cause-x asked: Hey can I get a Jax T x reader please 💕 with prompts 53. “I miss you, when are you coming back?” And 69. “Marry me” the sons have had to go on their longest run yet and reader and Jax are facetiming one evening and Jax proposes over face time because he couldn’t wait any longer, just something cute and fluffy please darlin 🥰

Word Count: 750

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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One. Damn. Month. It's been one damn month since Jax left to Alabama, stopping in other states for some SOA business you didn't want to know. And you miss him. Days are long without him, and nights are even worse. With some luck, you can hear his voice every three or four days, never for more than a minute. At least you know he's alive and that makes you feel somewhat calm. So every time your phone dings inside a pocket of your jacket or on your table, you practically jump to pick up the call. But, when you find out that it's a video call, your pulse races.

“Jax!” You almost yell, covering your mouth with a hand and your eyes filling with tears. You had forgotten his face.

“Hey, baby”. Your boyfriend uses a smooth tone, sounding a little tired, nailing an elbow on the picnic table.

“Where are you?” You ask, seeing around the Son'. That place it's something like a rest area in the middle of nowhere. “I miss you… when are you coming back?”

“I think I'll be there in two days, we're close to Utah”. He sighs yawning, sinking his fingers in the root of his hair to pull it back to his nape.

“You look tired, golden boy…”

“Yeah, I am”. He chuckles. “Damn… I'm gonna sleep for a fucking week”.

“You deserve it”.

“How are you? Something happened on these days?”

You shake your head by your chin, lying down on the sofa, and putting on somewhat better your shirt.

“Everything is okay. I try to spend some time at the clubhouse, after working in the hospital”.

“The Old Lady covering his president's ass”. He laughs loud, infecting you for a while. “Okay, listen… I don' have much time. But I need to tell you something, I can't wait to be at home”.

“What happens, Jax?” Your heart races, sitting up on the sofa and barely breathing. That doesn't sound good and you're starting to feel worried by leaps and bounds.

“I should… ‘do it’ being there, with you. But I can't wait. You don't deserve wait”.

“Jax, are y—”.

Before you can continue, you hear Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Happy and Opie singing ‘Hallelujah’ of Leonard Cohen. They appear from both sides of the screen, making the clown, as only they could do it. You don't feel worried anymore, but confused as fuck trying not to laugh. And then, your heart stops when you watch Jackson taking off something of a pocket.

“Ok, wait. Don' move”.

For a moment, the only thing you can see is the crew's show, before the phone moving a little to support it into something so Jax can walk away some steps from the table.

“Jax, what the hell?”

Your hands are shaking, chuckling nervous while you look at your boyfriend kneeling, holding a small black box. Opening it, you can see a golden ring with a diamond on the top of it. The crew's voices intensify for a second, making you laugh loud focusing at their faces trying to be serious.

“Marry me”.

“YES, JACKSON, YES!”

“Did she s— JUICEEEE, NOOOOOOOW!” Chibs yells before anyone can't say anything else, seeing the puerto-rican appearing for the left side of the screen opening a bottle of champagne to spill it over Jax.

You can't help but break in loud laughs because of the gesture in the president's face, rubbing it with a hand trying to clean the champagne of his eyes.

“This shit itches… FUCK!” He's laughing, complaining, cursing, while keeping back the small box inside the pocket to not lose it. “Fuck, I have champagne in my eyes, SHIT, JUICE”.

“Yeah, Juice! We said ‘take care’. Fucking dumbass!” Tig hits his nape with the palm of his right hand.

“I was excited!” He tries to excuse himself, shrugging his shoulders.

“Shit, baby… I lo—I love you… Fuck, briNG ME SOME FUCKING WATER, I'M FUCKING BLIND”. Jax turns to the men, gesticulating with both arms, trying to clean his face with a dry part of the shirt.

“Calm down, Jackie boy, we're on it”. Chibs puts both hands on his shoulders, leading him to the picnic table again.

“Okay… Okay… baby, I'll call you later, okay?” He says almost chuckling.

“Yeah, you need to wash your face”. You laugh then, nodding with your chin.

“I love you, future wife”.

“I love you, future husband”.